Jealousy is the most radical primeval and naked form of admiration in war paint, so to speak.

The mark of a Scot of all classes [is that] he ... remembers and cherishes the memory of his forebears, good or bad; and there burns alive in him a sense of identity with the dead even to the twentieth generation.

If it comes to a swinging, swing all, say I.

All human beings are commingled out of good and evil.

I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both.

Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.

The true wisdom is to be always seasonable, and to change with a good grace in changing circumstances.