If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
ROBERT BURNSBut pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it’s bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.
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How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
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Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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I look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December night. I admire the beauty of the Creator’s workmanship, I am charmed with the wild but graceful eccentricity of the motions, and then I wish both of them goodnight.
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Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
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I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.
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A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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Some books are lies frae end to end.
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The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever.
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Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
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Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
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Some rhyme a neebor’s name to lash; Some rhyme (vain thought!) for needfu’ cash; Some rhyme to court the countra clash, An’ raise a din; For me, an aim I never fash; I rhyme for fun.
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Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.
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An honest man here lies at rest, the friend of man the friend of truth the friend of age and guide of youth. Few hearts like his with virtue warmed, few heads with knowledge so informed. If there’s another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this.
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