There is nothing in the whole frame of man which seems to me so unaccountable as that thing called conscience.
The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.
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.
And there begins a lang digression about the lords o' the creation.
