He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.

And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

The lover's pleasure, like that of the hunter, is in the chase, and the brightest beauty loses half its merit, as the flower its perfume, when the willing hand can reach it too easily. There must be doubt; there must be difficulty and danger.

I was born a Scotsman and a bare one. Therefore I was born to fight my way in the world.

Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain! Vain as the leaf upon the stream, And fickle as a changeful dream; Fantastic as a woman's mood, And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood. Thou many-headed monster thing, Oh who would wish to be thy king!

Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!