To be honest...here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude...
All human beings are commingled out of good and evil.
The saints are the sinners who keep on trying.
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've a grand memory for forgetting.
An aim in life is the only fortune worth the finding; and it is not to be found in foreign lands, but in the heart itself.