The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art.

Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!

My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

Now's the day and now's the hour.

Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire, That's a' the learning I desire.

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.

Without hard work, nothing grows but weeds.

it never really occurred to her that literary men, if they like women at all, do not want literary women but girls.

Everything is held together with stories. That is all that is holding us together, stories and compassion.

We are different people - you get a different take on the band whoever you speak to. Somehow, at the end of it, it goes through the filtering process and out comes the Radiohead thing.

Every condition of the soul has its own sign and expression...So you will see how hard it is to seem original without being so.

There is far more opportunity than there is ability.

concessions to adversaries only end in self reproach, and the more strictly they are avoided the greater will be the chance of security.

An idea on paper to a reality in large part.

Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts.