His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.

The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.

On Earth, Discord! A gloomy Heaven above, opening her jealous gates to the nineteen thousandth part of the tithe of mankind! And below, an inescapable & inexorable Hell, expanding its leviathan jaws for the vast residue of Mortals!

Some books are lies frae end to end.

Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart?

I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.

The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.