“Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never.”

Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.

Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.

It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward, that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.

All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.

Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.

I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom, he said to himself, but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.

The half hour between waking and rising has all my life proved propitious to any task which was exercising my invention… It was always when I first opened my eyes that the desired ideas thronged upon me.

Look back, and smile on perils past.

Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it’s room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!

Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.

Greatness of any kind has no greater foe than a habit of drinking.

When true friends meet in adverse hour; ‘Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.

To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.

I like a highland friend who will stand by me not only when I am in the right, but when I am a little in the wrong.

And better had they ne’er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.

Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.

We all break our rules for love.

And in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

You’re too busy leaving while I’m too busy making you stay.

Everyone’s gone through a breakup, and I’ve dated girls in the past where… I’ve never had a messy breakup, thankfully, but I’m never the one to end it. I’m always caught off guard as to why things ended because I guess I’m oblivious in a way.

To be alive is to be broken; to be broken is to stand in need of grace.

I dreamed about these moments, and I think I hoped I would have them, but you don’t know. So when the lucky break hits, it’s like being Cinderella and hopefully midnight doesn’t come.

As for what concerns our relations with our fellow men, the anguish in our neighbor’s soul must break all precept. All that we do is a means to an end, but love is an end in itself, because God is love.

We’re not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again.