As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,- Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

Want of prudence is too frequently the want of virtue.

With disadvantages enough to bring him to humility, a Scotsman is one of the proudest things alive.

Crimes generally punish themselves.

Whichever way we look the prospect is disagreeable. Behind, we have left pleasures we shall never enjoy, and therefore regret; and before, we see pleasures which we languish to possess, and are consequently uneasy till we possess them.

Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.

All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.