And there begins a lang digression about the lords o' the creation.
The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.
There is nothing in the whole frame of man which seems to me so unaccountable as that thing called conscience.
Suspense is worse than disappointment.
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
In my conscience, I believe that my heart has been so oft on fire that it is absolutely vitrified.
