The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought grows old and worn with usage it should, like current coin, be called in, and, from the mint of genius, reissued fresh and new.

A single soul is richer than all the worlds.

A man gazing at the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.

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

My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest.

Thoughts must come naturally, like wild-flowers; they cannot be forced in a hot-bed, even although aided by the leaf-mould of your past.

I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.