There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.

Steady of heart and stout of hand.

Methinks I will not die quite happy without having seen something of that Rome of which I have read so much.

Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

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

Will future ages believe that such stupid bigotry ever existed!

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