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.

I have been made to learn that the doom and burden of our life is bound forever on man’s shoulders; and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure.

There is no foreign land; it is the traveller only that is foreign.

I regard you with an indifference closely bordering on aversion.

We all know what Parliament is, and we are all ashamed of it.

The difficulty is not to write, but to write what you mean.

You can read Kant by yourself, if you wanted to; but you must share a joke with someone else.