My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

I love drinking now and then. It defecates the standing pool of thought. A man perpetually in the paroxysm and fears of inebriety is like a half-drowned stupid wretch condemned to labor unceasingly in water; but a now-and-then tribute to Bacchus is like the cold bath, bracing and invigorating.

Ambition is a meteor-gleam; Fame a restless airy dream; Pleasures, insects on the wing Round Peace, th' tend rest flow'r of spring.

Now's the day and now's the hour.

When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.

Their sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.

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