Mankind — the race would perish did they cease to aid each other.

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er.

Honour is a homicide and a bloodspiller, that gangs about making frays in the street; but Credit is a decent honest man, that sits at hame and makes the pat play.

All is possible for those who dare to die!

Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs My blood is liquid flame!

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

It is a great disgrace to religion, to imagine that it is an enemy to mirth and cheerfulness, and a severe exacter of pensive looks and solemn faces.