The saddest thing that befalls a soul Is when it loses faith in God and woman.
How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.
Books are a finer world within the world.
The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
Everything is sweetened by risk.
In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place to-day, it is vain to seek it there to-morrow. You can not lay a trap for it.
A great man is the man who does something for the first time.
Stirling, like a huge brooch, clasps Highlands and Lowlands together.
We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.