I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.
The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!
I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!