A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
ROBERT BURNSI look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December night. I admire the beauty of the Creator’s workmanship, I am charmed with the wild but graceful eccentricity of the motions, and then I wish both of them goodnight.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
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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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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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The golden hours on angel wings Flew o’er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.
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I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.
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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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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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Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
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Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
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Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
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The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church’s ban Or hell’s damnation.
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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.
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She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
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The trout in yonder wimpling burn – That glides, a silver dart, – And, safe beneath the shady thorn, – Defies the anglers art.
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Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
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