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

If a man is worth knowing at all, he is worth knowing well.

If we were to live here always, with no other care than how to feed, clothe, and house ourselves, life would be a very sorry business. It is immeasurably heightened by the solemnity of death.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

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.

It is a characteristic of pleasure that we can never recognize it to be pleasure till after it is gone.

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