He Couldn't See A Belt Without Hitting

I Was Born In The Country Of Hogg And Scott Between The Yarrow And The Tweed, In The Year 1864.

He's Very Clever, But Sometimes His Brains Go To His Head.

The Spirit Is An Inward Flame; A Lamp The World Blows Upon But Never Puts Out.

Till I See Money Spent On The Betterment Of Man Instead Of On His Idleness And Destruction, I Shall Not Believe In Any Perfect Form Of Government.

To Marry A Man Out Of Pity Is Folly; And, If You Think You Are Going To Influence The Kind Of Fellow Who Has Never Had A Chance, Poor Devil, You Are Profoundly Mistaken. One Can Only Influence The Strong Characters In Life, Not The Weak; And It Is The Height Of Vanity To Suppose That You Can Make An Honest Man Of Anyone.