She is a winsome wee thing She is a handsome wee thing She is a bonny wee thing This sweet wee wife o' mine.

Life is but a day at most.

Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!

And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair.

I have been dying for twenty years, now I am going to live.

Let us do or die.

O wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursel's as ithers see us!

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

Should auld acquaintances be forgot And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot And days o'auld lang syne?

I have been dying for twenty years now I am going to live.

Gin a body meets a body Comin' through the rye. Gin a body kiss a body Need a body cry?

When we reconnect with nature, we will be restore ourselves.

My heart had melted into something akin to a sensation of happiness, peace of mind one might even say, at the realization that I had now reached the very bottom of agony.

Everyone of us has that moment in our life, when you wanted to say NO but say YES even when you know it’s not going in your favor.

Poverty has its duties as well as its rights.

At a certain point one ceases to defend a certain view of history; one must defend history itself.

Surrounded by the flames of jealousy, the jealous one winds up, like the scorpion, turning the poisoned sting against himself.

We were in dialogue that was about something other than what we were saying.

Cheap thrill: moral outrage revels in its own innocence and in the guilt of the wicked Others.

When in doubt, zoom out.

Souls do not wish to be bullied, but gently brought back; such is the nature of man.