“Nae man can tether time or tide.”

The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.

Suspense is worst than disappointment.

A eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.

The best plans of men and mice often go awry.

She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.

The trout in yonder wimpling burn – That glides, a silver dart, – And, safe beneath the shady thorn, – Defies the anglers art.

To step aside is human.

My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav’n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!

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.

God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow’s head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.

Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.

Mankind is a science that defies definitions.

When Nature her great masterpiece designed,And framed her last, best work, the human mind,Her eye intent on all the wondrous plan,She formed of various stuff the various Man.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor. … Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.

The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.

I have feared change for so long, but the horizon changes all the time and there is still so much beauty under different skies.

follow the map of your soul even amidst all changes.

I’m not sure how love changes, how I can be head over heels one moment and not stand you next.

Contemplate your own mortality daily, then see how much we must change.

I’ve made a lot of sacrifices in pursuit of my dreams and even though I gave up a lot, I wouldn’t change a thing.

Goodbyes are necessary, my child. They change us, because they’re meant to.

We should never allow that the scars on our heart change the way we love – no matter how deep they run.

Those gun shots may take their home and wealth, but can’t change their heart.