Look At A Gown Of Gold, And

It Is The Privilege Of Tale-tellers To Open Their Story In An Inn, The Free Rendezvous Of All Travellers, And Where The Humour Of Each Displays Itself, Without Ceremony Or Restraint.

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

Literature Is A Great Staff, But A Very Sorry Crutch.

Many Of Our Cares Are But A Morbid Way Of Looking At Our Privileges

Greatness Of Any Kind Has No Greater Foe Than A Habit Of Drinking.