A Man Ought To Read Just As

Fly-fishing May Be A Very Pleasant Amusement; But Angling Or Float Fishing I Can Only Compare To A Stick And A String, With A Worm At One End And A Fool At The Other.

He Who Sees Different Ways To The Same End, Will, Unless He Watches Carefully Over His Own Conduct, Lay Out Too Much Of His Attention Upon The Comparison Of Probabilities And The Adjustment Of Expedients, And Pause In The Choice Of His Road, Till Some Accident Intercepts His Journey.

Words Too Familiar, Or Too Remote, Defeat The Purpose Of A Poet.

From Ignorance Our Comfort Flows, The Only Wretched Are The Wise

Leave To Heaven The Measure And The Choice.