The best plans of men and mice often go awry.
ROBERT BURNSNature’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!
More Robert Burns Quotes
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Anticipation forward points the view.
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Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.
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Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
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The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
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The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
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I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
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Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.
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To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
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Life is but a day at most.
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There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
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O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An’ foolish notion.
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Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
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If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
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When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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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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Dare to be honest and fear no labor. … Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
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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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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!
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The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
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Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
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Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
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The honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
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Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
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