For the forest takes away from you all excuse to die. There is nothing here to cabin or thwart your free desires. Here all impudences of the brawling world reach you no more.

You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.

If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also.

In the law of God, there is no statute of limitations.

Everyday life is a stimulating mixture of order and haphazardry. The sun rises and sets on schedule but the wind bloweth where it listeth.

Do not write merely to be understood. Write so you cannot possibly be misunderstood.

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.