“Will future ages believe that such stupid bigotry ever existed!”

“Each age has deemed the new-born yearThe fittest time for festal cheer.”

“To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life, Is worth an age without a name.”

“Craigengelt, you are either an honest fellow in right good earnest, and I scarce know how to believe that; or you are cleverer than I took you for, and I scarce know how to believe that either.”

“I envy thee not thy faith, which is ever in thy mouth but never in thy heart nor in thy practice”

“One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honour or observation.”

“The autumn winds rushingWaft the leaves that are searest,But our flower was in flushing,When blighting was nearest.Fleet foot on the correi,Sage counsel in cumber,Red hand in the foray,How sound is thy slumber!Like the dew on the mountain,Like the foam on the river,Like the bubble on the fountain,Thou art gone, and for ever!”