A fig for those by law protected!Liberty's a glorious feast!Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest!

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.

A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual.

(...) always regretted that good memory often prevents us from thinking for ourselves.

There is a revolution coming. It will not be like revolutions of the past. It will originate with the individual and with culture . . .

I feel not a person but an instrument of destiny.

The identity that we ascribe to things is only a fictitious one, established by the mind, not a peculiar nature belonging to what we’re talking about.

Because when we're in space, my job is primarily getting us there and getting us back.

[A conductor's] happiness does not come from only his own story and his joy of the music. The joy is about enabling other people's stories to be heard at the same time.

My mum actually gave up work to look after my child, which is so touching.

Washington is awash in post-war testosterone.

Any blockhead can arrange a sublet. All I ever wanted was to support myself on art.