Izaak Walton (c. 1593–1683) was an English writer. Best known as the author of The Compleat Angler, he also wrote a number of short biographies that have been collected under the title of Walton's Lives.
He directed that the stone over his grave be inscribed: Hic jacet hujus sententiae primus auctor: DISPUTANDI PRURITUS ECCLESIARUM SCABIES.
Lord, what music hast thou provided for Thy saints in heaven, when Thou affordest bad men such music on earth!
No life is so happy and so pleasant as the life of the well-govern'd angler.
Blessings we enjoy daily, and for the most of them, because they be so common, men forget to pay their praises. [and miss much of their benefits from grateful appreciation]
The person who loses their conscience has nothing left worth keeping.
You will find angling to be like the virtue of humanity, which has a calmness of spirit and a world of blessing attending upon it.
It is agreed by most men, that the Eele is a most daintie fish; the Romans have esteemed her the Helena of their feasts, and some The Queen of pleasure.
We may say of angling, as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries, Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did; and so, if I might be judge, God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.
O, sir, doubt not that Angling is an art; is it not an art to deceive a trout with an artificial fly?
And though it is most certain, that two lutes being both strung and turned to an equal pitch, and then one played upon, the other will warble a faint audible harmony in answer to the same tune: yet many will not believe there is any such thing as sympathy of souls, and I am well pleased that every reader do enjoy his own opinion.
Angling may be said to be so like the Mathematics that it can never be fully learnt; at least not so fully but that there will still be more new experiments left for the trial of other men that succeed us.
God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.
Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.
Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue.
No man can lose what he never had.
He that loses his conscience has nothing left that is worth keeping. Therefore be sure you look to that, and in the next place look to your health; and if you have it, praise God and value it next to a good conscience.
Angling may be said to be so like the mathematics that it can never be fully learned.
The will of man is by his reason swayed.
Those little nimble musicians of the air, that warble forth their curious ditties, with which nature hath furnished them to the shame of art.
Let us be thankful for health and competence, and, above all, for a quiet conscience.