Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.
But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.
Ridicule, the weapon of all others most feared by enthusiasts of every description, and which from its predominance over such minds, often checks what is absurd, and fully as often smothers that which is noble.
Just at the age ’twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
Affection can withstand very severe storms of vigor, but not a long polar frost of indifference.
Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye ’re sleeping.
The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.
He hath a share of man’s intelligence, but no share of man’s falsehood.
Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet.
What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?
In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war’s rattle With groans of the dying.
Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!
Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.
Still are the thoughts to memory dear.
What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.
There is a southern proverb – fine words butter no parsnips.
The race of humankind would perish did they cease to aid each other.
Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.
Woman’s faith and woman’s trust, Write the characters in dust.
Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.