Hunger Is The Mother Of Anarchy.

The Constitution Is America's Glue, Democracy Is The Constitution's Glue.

Hunger Is The Mother Of Anarchy.

No Prosaic Description Can Portray The Grandeur Of 40 Miles Of Rugged Mountains Rising Beyond A Placid Lake In Which Each Shadowy Precipice And Each Purple Gorge Is Reflected With A Vividness That Rivals The Original.

Older Men Declare War. But It Is The Youth That Must Fight And Die.

To Go Fishing Is The Chance To Wash One's Soul With Pure Air, With The Rush Of The Brook, Or With The Shimmer Of Sun On Blue Water. It Brings Meekness And Inspiration From The Decency Of Nature, Charity Toward Tackle-makers, Patience Toward Fish, A Mockery Of Profits And Egos, A Quieting Of Hate, A Rejoicing That You Do Not Have To Decide A Darned Thing Until Next Week. And It Is Discipline In The Equality Of Men - For All Men Are Equal Before Fish.