[w]ithout Humour You Cannot Run A Sweetie-shop,

The Charm Of Fishing Is That It Is The Pursuit Of What Is Elusive But Attainable, A Perpetual Series Of Occasions For Hope.

Civilisation Is A Conspiracy.

And Where The Deepest Current Crawls/ Like Thistledown The Dainty Fly Falls./ Then From The Depths A Silver Gleam/ Quick Flashes, Like A Jewel Bright./ Up Through The Waters Of The Stream/ An Instant Visible To Sight/ As Lightning Cleaves To Sombre Sky/ A Rainbow Rises To The Fly.

Fortunately For Mankind The Brain In A Life Of Action Turns More To The Matter In Hand Than To Conjuring Up The Chances Of The Future.

I Was A Peaceful Sedentary Man, A Lover Of A Quiet Life, With No Appetite For Perils And Commotions. But I Was Beginning To Realise That I Was Very Obstinate.