“The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.”

Now’s the day and now’s the hour.

Some books are lies frae end to end.

It ‘s guid to be merry and wise, It ‘s guid to be honest and true, It ‘s guid to support Caledonia’s cause, And bide by the buff and the blue.

To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.

And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.

Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi’ usquebae, we’ll face the devil!

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.

Oh my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; Oh my luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune.

Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep’d in the morning dews.

Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.

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!

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.

Nae man can tether time or tide.

Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.

To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!

Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.

You’re the best mistake I’ve ever made.

The shortness of life, so often lamented, may be the best thing about it.

Live up to what seems the best, not what people tell you is the best.

I don’t want to forget you, even though its best to, now you’re just the empty space, in my bedroom.

Age appears best in four things: old wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust and old authors to read.

The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.

Our best moments are not the ones I spend with you but the ones I imagine with you.

That best portion of a good man’s life— His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.