But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.
ROBERT BURNSFarewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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My heart ‘s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ‘s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
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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.
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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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O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
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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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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.
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Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
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There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
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But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
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I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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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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A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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Some books are lies frae end to end.
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Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
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