Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven.

Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope but not altogether without it.

What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

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

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

Success or failure in business is caused more by the mental attitude even than by mental capacities.