“Now’s the day and now’s the hour.”

A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.

My heart ‘s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ‘s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.

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.

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.

Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.

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.

So it is the great end of Christian living to transmute the light of truth into the fruits of holy living.

The end of wisdom is consultation and deliberation.

The time to stop a revolution is at the beginning, not the end.

The law-givers and the law-abiding, the beginning and the end.

For now I have to make do with fantasising about me and you, you and me, and what we will never ever be again since you’ve been ignoring me for weeks now. And I’m at the end of my patience as well as ideas of how to catch your attention.

In the end, it doesn’t matter how well we have performed or what we have accomplished—a life without heart is not worth living.

I write till the end at least a draft of a play or a novel; but sometimes,

We chose a place all the way at the end of an industrial park.