Scotland: That garret of the earth - that knuckle-end of England - that land of Calvin, oatcakes, and sulfur.

Marriage resembles a pair of shears, so joined that they cannot be separated; often moving in opposite directions, yet always punishing anyone who comes between them.

Have the courage to be ignorant of a great number of things, in order to avoid the calamity of being ignorant of everything.

Whatever you are by nature, keep to it; never desert your line of talent. Be what nature intended you for, and you will succeed.

What two ideas are more inseparable than beer and Britannia?

Hope is the belief, more or less strong, that joy will come.

I look upon Switzerland as an inferior sort of Scotland.