Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.

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.

If have nothing but life, I have everything.

There are three difficulties in authorship: to write anything worth the publishing to find honest men to publish it and to get sensible men to read it.

The liar often suffers from amnesia. Amnesia is the silence of the unconscious.

Sometimes hope could be the most frightening thing in the world.

Just saw a woman with a big tattoo of Jesus on her back. I guess it's an ixnay on the oggy style-day.

Talking about one's work releases the energy and tension to do and make.

A tear that runs down a believer's cheek is more beneficial than a thousand raindrops on the earth

The way you live your life, the perspective you select, is a choice you make every single day when you wake up. It's yours to decide.

Your nervous system can't tell real failure from imagined failure.

Only imagine a man acting for one single day on the supposition that all his neighbors believe all that they profess, and act up to all that they believe!