A Good Rule Of Angling Philosophy Is

I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My Head Boils. My Feet Are Cold. But I Am Not Aware Of Any Weakness.

I See So Much More Than I Used To See. The Effect Has Been To Depress And Sadden And Hurt Me Terribly.

There Are Hours When I Must Force The Novel Out Of My Mind And Be Interested In The Children.

Never Insult Seven Men When All Your Packing Is A Six-shooter.

Fishermen, No Matter What Supreme Good Fortune Befalls Them, Cannot Ever Be Absolutely Satisfied. It Is A Fundamental Weakness Of Intellect.