Good Lord, what is man! for as simple he looks, Do but try to develop his books and his crooks, With his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil, All in all, he's a problem must puzzle the devil.

To make three guineas do the work of five.

Painters and poets have liberty to lie.

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.

Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!

I look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December night. I admire the beauty of the Creator's workmanship, I am charmed with the wild but graceful eccentricity of the motions, and then I wish both of them goodnight.