Robert Burns Quotes

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min?

The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.

The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play.

[Scottish songs] are, I own, frequently wild, & unreduceable to the more modern rules; but on that very eccentricity, perhaps, depends a great part of their effect.

Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!

The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?

Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.

To make three guineas do the work of five.

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.

The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know And keenly felt the friendly glow And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name!

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

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.

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion.

The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man 's the noblest work of God."

Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.

The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art.

My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.

The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.

Some books are lies frae end to end.

Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.