I Was Not Always A Man Of

Great Talent Has Always A Little Madness Mixed Up With It.

Is Death The Last Sleep? No, It Is The Last And Final Awakening.

He That Climbs A Ladder Must Begin At The First Round.

Every Hour Has Its End.

A Finnan Haddock Has A Relish Of A Peculiar And Delicate Flavour, Inimitable On Any Other Coast Than That Of Aberdeenshire. Some Of Our Edinburgh Philosophers Tried To Produce Their Equal In Vain. I Was One Of A Party At Dinner Where The Philosophical Haddocks Were Placed In Competition With The Genuine Finnan Fish. These Were Served Round Without Distinguishing Whence They Came; But Only One Gentleman Out Of Twelve Present Espoused The Cause Of Philosophy.