By My Rambling Digressions I Perceive Myself

After All, Wedlock Is The Natural State Of Man. A Bachelor Is Not A Complete Human Being. He Is Like The Odd Half Of A Pair Of Scissors, Which Has Not Yet Found Its Fellow, And Therefore Is Not Even Half So Useful As They Might Be Together.

Make Yourself Sheep And The Wolves Will Eat You.

Quarrels Never Could Last Long, If On One Side Only Lay The Wrong.

Fond Pride Of Dress Is Sure A Very Curse

Did Not Strong Connections Draw Me Elsewhere, I Believe Scotland Would Be The Country I Would Choose To End My Days In.