How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
ROBERT BURNSThe heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won’t accept your thanks for murder.
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The best plans of men and mice often go awry.
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The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church’s ban Or hell’s damnation.
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The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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To step aside is human.
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I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.
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Life is but a day at most.
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Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
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But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou’d sae kindly, Had we never lou’d sae blindly, Never met – or never parted – We had ne’er been broken hearted.
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Suspense is worst than disappointment.
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The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
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But 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.
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Some books are lies frae end to end.
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Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
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Mankind is a science that defies definitions.
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Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
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The trout in yonder wimpling burn – That glides, a silver dart, – And, safe beneath the shady thorn, – Defies the anglers art.
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Nature’s law, That man was made to mourn. Man’s inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man’s dearest friend, The kindest and the best!
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Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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Your lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry. Friendship had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me – God of love only knows where.
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When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
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