The bold may not live long, but the timid never live at all.

The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

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.

To be idle requires a strong sense of personal identity.

Love- what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair

Fiction is to grown men what play is to the child.

There is a certain frame of mind to which a cemetery is, if not an antidote, at least an alleviation. If you are in a fit of the blues, go nowhere else.