My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest.

Death, which we are accustomed to consider an evil, really acts for us the friendliest part, and takes away the commonplace of existence.

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.

In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.

A brave soul is a thing which all things serve.

Seated in my library at night, and looking on the silent faces of my books, I am occasionally visited by a strange sense of the supernatural.

Stirling, like a huge brooch, clasps Highlands and Lowlands together.