Scots Have Long Memories, And They're Not

Gentle He Would Be, Denied He Would Not.

An Englishman Thinks A Hundred Miles Is A Long Way; And American Thinks A Hundred Years Is A Long Time

I Work Late At Night. I'm Awake And Nobody Bothers Me. It's Quiet And Things Come And Talk To Me In The Silence.

I Shook So That It Was Some Time Before I Realized That He Was Shaking Too, And For The Same Reason. I Don't Know How Long We Sat There On The Dusty Floor, Crying In Each Others Arms With The Longing Of Twenty Years Spilling Down Our Faces.

When The Day Shall Come That We Do Part," He Said Softly, And Turned To Look At Me, "if My Last Words Are Not 'i Love You'-ye'll Ken It Was Because I Didna Have Time.