The pith of conversation does not consist in exhibiting your own superior knowledge on matters of small consequence, but in enlarging, improving and correcting the information you possess by the authority of others.

The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?

To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.

I like a highland friend who will stand by me not only when I am in the right, but when I am a little in the wrong.

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

The schoolmaster is termed, classically, Ludi Magister, because he deprives boys of their play.