| Quotes |
Topic |
| Cruelty | Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! |
| Daisies | The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air. |
| Daisies | Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom! |
| Drinking | There's some are fou o' love divine, There's some are fou' o' brandy. |
| Drinking | Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil! |
| Failure | Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain. |
| Fear | The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip To laud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honor grip, Let that aye be your border. |
| Flowers | Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea; Ye stately foxgloves fair to see! Ye woodbines, hanging bonnilie In scented bowers! Ye roses on your thorny tree The first o' flow'rs. |
| Flowers | Now blooms the lily by the bank, The primrose down the brae; The hawthorn's budding in the glen, The milkwhite is the slae. |
| Flowers | The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn. |
| Friends | We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine. |
| Friends | His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony, Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither-- They had been fou for weeks thegither! |
| Friendship | Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne? |
| Haste | Then horn for horn they stretch and strive; Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive. |
| Heart | My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer. |
| Holly | Green, slender, leaf-clad holly boughs Were twisted gracefu' round her brows, I took her for some Scottish Muse, By that same token, An' come to stop those reckless vows, Would soon be broken. |
| Home | To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life. |
| Honesty | Dare to be honest and fear no labor. |
| Hope | Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing. |
| Inspirational | Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve. |
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