Welcome as the flowers in May.

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

Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye 're sleeping.

Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

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

The race of mankind would perish did they cease to aid each other. We cannot exist without mutual help. All therefore that need aid have a right to ask it from their fellow-men; and no one who has the power of granting can refuse it without guilt.