“No good fish goes anywhere without a porpoise.”

One of the secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.

People who don’t think shouldn’t talk.

But, I nearly forgot, you must close your eyes otherwise you won’t see anything.

You have to run as fast as you can just to stay where you are. If you want to get anywhere, you’ll have to run much faster.

If you’ll believe in me, I’ll believe in you.

‎You’re not the same as you were before,” he said. You were much more – muchier, you’ve lost your muchness.

Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

Words mean more than we mean to express when we use them: so a whole book ought to mean a great deal more than the writer meant.

Always speak the truth, think before you speak, and write it down afterwards.

Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.

Whatever is worth doing is worth doing well.

He was part of my dream, of course – but then I was part of his dream, too.

Life, what is it but a dream?

If you drink much from a bottle marked ‘poison’ it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.

Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle.

It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.

The fishing was good; it was the catching that was bad.

Men go shopping just as men go out fishing or hunting, to see how large a fish may be caught with the smallest hook.

For before this I was born once a boy, and a maiden, and a plant, and a bird, and a darting fish in the sea.

Chance is always powerful. Let your hook be always cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish.

I do hunt, and I do fish, and I don’t apologize to anybody for hunting and fishing.

Beware of the fish people, they are the true enemy.

Give a man a fish and feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and feed him for a lifetime. Teach a man to cycle and he will realize fishing is stupid and boring.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do on land: the great ones eat up the little ones.