Fhairshon had a son, Who married Noah's daughter, And nearly spoil'd to Flood, By trinking up ta water: Which he would have done, I at least believe it, Had ta mixture peen Only half Glenlivet.

Fhairshon swore a feud Against the clan M,Tavish; Marched into their land To murder and to rafish; For he did resolve To extirpate the vipers, With four-and-twenty men And five-and-thirty pipers.

Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid!

Give me but one hour of Scotland, Let me see it ere I die.

The earth is all the home I have, the heavens my wide roof-tree

He is coming! He is coming! Like a bridegroom from his room, Came the hero from his prison To the scaffold and the doom.

But look after yourself - there will be great dangers on the way. Remember, the right road is never the easy road.

We cannot reform without focusing on God and His principles

Choose your friends carefully but don’t worry about your enemies, they will choose you

The future for me is already a thing of the past - You were my first love and you will be my last

In Latin America, even atheists are Catholics.

I look at the artistic process as like experiencing the world, channeling it through your personality and sending it back out there. That's the process.

People like being alike, joining up, and being part of something.

The only feelings that do not heal are the ones you hide.

You can only receive what you're willing to give.

An instinct is a blind tendency to some mode of action, independent of any consideration, on the part of the agent, of the end to which the action leads.