Beauty, Without Kindness, Dies Unenjoyed And Undelighting.

The Noblest Prospect Which A Scotchman Ever Sees Is The High Road That Leads Him To England.

It Is Not Possible To Be Regarded With Tenderness, Except By A Few. That Merit Which Gives Greatness And Renown Diffuses Its Influence To A Wide Compass, But Acts Weakly On Every Single Breast; It Is Placed At A Distance From Common Spectators, And Shines Like One Of The Remote Stars, Of Which The Light Reaches Us, But Not The Heat.

In This Work Are Exhibited, In A Very High Degree, The Two Most Engaging Powers Of An Author. New Things Are Made Familiar, And Familiar Things Are Made New.

Books Like Friends, Should Be Few And Well-chosen.

A Scotchman Must Be A Very Sturdy Moralist Who Does Not Love Scotland Better Than Truth.