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

In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.

Mellow nuts have the hardest rind.

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

Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is better than defeat! Fight on brave knights! for bright eyes behold your deeds!

It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.

I was born a Scotsman and a bare one. Therefore I was born to fight my way in the world.