But Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy!

Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .

Some books are lies frae end to end.

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

An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended!

I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.