Dear to me is my bonnie white steed; Oft has he helped me at pinch of need.

My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.

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

What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.

If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice. If he leaves it empty, he gets actors.

Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden.

The time which passes over our heads so imperceptibly makes the same gradual change in habits, manners and character, as in personal appearance. At the revolution of every five years we find ourselves another and yet the same;--there is a change of views, and no less of the light in which we regard them; a change of motives as well as of action.