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

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

He who indulges his sense in any excesses renders himself obnoxious to his own reason; and, to gratify the brute in him, displeases the man, and sets his two natures at variance.

What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?

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

Hurry no man's cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself

It is the privilege of tale-tellers to open their story in an inn, the free rendezvous of all travellers, and where the humour of each displays itself, without ceremony or restraint.