Idleness, Like Kisses, To Be Sweet Must

The Odour Of Burgundy, And The Smell Of French Sauces, And The Sight Of Clean Napkins And Long Loaves, Knocked As A Very Welcome Visitor At The Door Of Our Inner Man.

It Is In Our Faults And Failings, Not In Our Virtues, That We Touch One Another And Find Sympathy. We Differ Widely Enough In Our Nobler Qualities. It Is In Our Follies That We Are At One.

Better To Work And Fail Than To Sleep One's Life Away.

What The Eye Does Not See, The Stomach Does Not Get Upset Over

Some People Are Under The Impression That All That Is Required To Make A Good Fisherman Is The Ability To Tell Lies Easily And Without Blushing; But This Is A Mistake. Mere Bald Fabrication Is Useless; The Veriest Tyro Can Manage That. It Is In The Circumstantial Detail, The Embellishing Touches Of Probability, The General Air Of Scrupulous - Almost Of Pedantic - Veracity, That The Experienced Angler Is Seen.