A traveler of taste will notice that the wise are polite all over the world, but the fool only at home.

What cities, as great as this, have... promised themselves immortality! Posterity can hardly trace the situation of some. The sorrowful traveller wanders over the awful ruins of others... Here stood their citadel, but now grown over with weeds; there their senate-house, but now the haunt of every noxious reptile; temples and theatres stood here, now only an undistinguished heap of ruins.

The hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowded with fruition.

And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.

The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain.

It world be well had we more misers than we have among us.

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