I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Even every ray of hope destroyed and not a wish to gild the gloom.
The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art.
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
Morality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain! Vain is his hope, whose stay an' trust is In moral mercy, truth, and justice!