Every man's road in life is marked by the grave of his personal likings.
It is not of so much consequence what you say, as how you say it. Memorable sentences are memorable on account of some single irradiating word.
The spot of ground on which a man has stood is forever interesting to him.
Stirling, like a huge brooch, clasps Highlands and Lowlands together.
Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.
Pride's chickens have bonny feathers, but they are an expensive brood to rear. They eat up everything, and are always lean when brought to market.