We shall never learn to feel and respect our real calling and destiny, unless we have taught ourselves to consider every thing as moonshine, compared with the education of the heart.

Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.

Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.

November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.

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

Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.