All Love Is Lost But Upon God

Timor Mortis Conturbat Me. The Fear Of Death Disturbs Me.

Scotsmen Are Metaphisical And Emotional, They Are Sceptical And Mystical, They Are Romantic And Ironic, They Are Cruel And Tender, And Full Of Mirth And Despair.

Among My Friends Love Is A Payment. It Is An Old Debt For A Borrowing Foolishly Spent.

London, Thou Art The Flower Of Cities All! Gemme Of All Joy, Jasper Of Jocunditie.

To God Be Humble, To Thy Friend Be Kind, And With Thy Neighbors Gladly Lend And Borrow; His Chance Tonight, It Maybe Thine Tomorrow.