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

Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.

Guilt, though it may attain temporal splendor, can never confer real happiness; the evil consequences of our crimes long survive their commission, and, like the ghosts of the murdered, forever haunt the steps of the malefactor; while the paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.

Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.

Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?

Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!

He that would soothe sorrow must not argue on the vanity of the most deceitful hopes.