Sleep in peace, and wake in joy.
Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?
It is the privilege of tale-tellers to open their story in an inn, the free rendezvous of all travellers, and where the humour of each displays itself, without ceremony or restraint.
November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.
He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.