I kept always two books in my pocket, one to read, one to write in.

The spirit, Sir, is one of mockery.

And if a man reads very hard, as the old anecdote reminds us, he will have little time for thought.

And every day when I've been good, I get an orange after food.

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.

The friendly cow, all red and white, I love with all my heart; She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with apple-tart.

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