The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Lock Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees, And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy.

True love's the gift which God has given to man alone beneath the heaven.

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

The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?

Look back, and smile on perils past.

The man who is deserving the name is the one whose thoughts and exertions are for others rather than for himself.

There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.