I Cannot Tell How The Truth May

We Are Like The Herb Which Flourisheth Most When It Is Most Trampled On.

Thou Hast Had Thty Day, Old Dame, But Thy Sun Has Long Been Set. Thou Art Now The Very Emblem Of An Old Warhorse Turned Out On The Barren Heath; Thou Hast Had Thy Paces In Thy Time, But Now A Broken Amble Is The Best Of Them.

I Did Not Myself Set A High Estimation On Wealth, And Had The Affectation Of Most Young Men Of Lively Imagination, Who Suppose That They Can Better Dispense With The Possession Of Money, Than Resign Their Time And Faculties To The Labour Necessary To Acquire It.

Revenge, The Sweetest Morsel To The Mouth That Ever Was Cooked In Hell.

I Was Born A Scotsman And A Bare One. Therefore I Was Born To Fight My Way In The World.