'Tis an old tale, and often told; But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betray'd for gold, That loved, or was avenged, like me!

The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.

When a man has not a good reason for doing a thing, he has one good reason for letting it alone.

Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!

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

I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.

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