Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!

By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die!

[Scottish songs] are, I own, frequently wild, & unreduceable to the more modern rules; but on that very eccentricity, perhaps, depends a great part of their effect.

Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom's root.

Mankind is a science that defies definitions.

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.