Born Thursday 25 January 1759, died Thursday 21 July 1796
Let them cant about decorum, Who have characters to lose!
Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.
And there begins a lang digression about the lords o' the creation.
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
Suspense is worse than disappointment.
Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.
Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
Opera is where a guy gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.