We see but the outside of a rich man's happiness; few consider him to be like the silkworm, that, when she seems to play, is at the very same time consuming herself.

God has two dwellings; one in heaven, and the other in a meek and thankful heart.

Doubtless God Could Have Made A Better Berry, But Doubtless God Never Did

But God, who is ableto prevail, wrestled with him, as the Angel did with Jacob, and marked him; marked him for his own.

Rivers and the inhabitants of the watery element were made for wise men to contemplate, and fools to pass by without consideration.

No life is so happy and so pleasant as the life of the well-govern'd angler.

God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.

Angling may be said to be so like the mathematics that it can never be fully learned.

Look to your health; and if you have it, praise God and value it next to conscience; for health is the second blessing that we mortals are capable of, a blessing money can't buy.

O, sir, doubt not that Angling is an art; is it not an art to deceive a trout with an artificial fly?

Blessings upon all that hate contention, and love quietnesse, and vertue, and Angling.

To a certain extent what I do is play with the world, but it's disciplined play.

Right now, the old guys, the old farts, if you will, are still running the show, and the women haven't gotten their place yet at all.

Hollwood creates useful entertainment. There are millions of people on earth who need distraction and American cinema fulfills that function.

In order to acquire anything in the physical universe, you have to relinquish your attachment to it.

Why are there no great women artists?' sounds as ignorant of human geography as the query 'Why are there no Eskimo tennis teams?

So the legs are little short, the knees maybe knock a little but who listens?

We must endure the contempt of others without reciprocating that contempt.

Retiring' - within that word is 'tiring,' and I'm not tired. I don't believe in retirement, really.

I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

He was a man, that he always performed his promises, that he had never said he would return.