Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature.

Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid.

Men praise poverty, as the African worships Mumbo Jumbo--from terror of the malign power, and a desire to propitiate at.

How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.

If you do your fair day's work, you are certain to get your fair day's wage - in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste.

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

The spot of ground on which a man has stood is forever interesting to him.