Very often, say what you will, a knave is only a fool.

I have no morals, yet I am a very moral person

We look to Scotland for all our ideas of civilisation.

Prejudices are what fools use for reason.

Reading nurtures the soul, and an enlightened friend brings it solace.

Indolence is sweet, and its consequences bitter.

What then do you call your soul? What idea have you of it? You cannot of yourselves, without revelation, admit the existence within you of anything but a power unknown to you of feeling and thinking.