Neither Our Vices Nor Our Virtues Further

All Love Is Lost But Upon God Alone.

Your Law May Be Perfect, Your Knowledge Of Human Affairs May Be Such As To Enable You To Apply It With Wisdom And Skill, And Yet Without Individual Acquaintance With Men, Their Haunts And Habits, The Pursuit Of The Profession Becomes Difficult, Slow, And Expensive.

Our Pleasance Here Is All Vain Glory, This False Warld Is But Transitory.

Noble Men In The Quiet Of Morning Hear Indians Singing The Continent's Violent Requiem.

Scotsmen Are Metaphisical And Emotional, They Are Sceptical And Mystical, They Are Romantic And Ironic, They Are Cruel And Tender, And Full Of Mirth And Despair.