Quotes
Quotes - Burns
Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.
The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip To laud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honor grip, Let that aye be your border.
Conducting your business in a socially responsible way is good business. It means that you can attract better employees and that customers will know what you stand for and like you for it.
A good manager is a man who isn't worried about his own career but rather the careers of those who work for him. My advice: Don't worry about yourself. Take care of those who work for you and you'll float to greatness on their achievements.
Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea; Ye stately foxgloves fair to see! Ye woodbines, hanging bonnilie In scented bowers! Ye roses on your thorny tree The first o' flow'rs.
Now blooms the lily by the bank, The primrose down the brae; The hawthorn's budding in the glen, The milkwhite is the slae.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine.
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony, Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither-- They had been fou for weeks thegither!
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne?
Too bad that all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving taxicabs and cutting hair.
Then horn for horn they stretch and strive; Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
The Thames is liquid history.
Green, slender, leaf-clad holly boughs Were twisted gracefu' round her brows, I took her for some Scottish Muse, By that same token, An' come to stop those reckless vows, Would soon be broken.
At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddling, stacher thro' To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee.
To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
I have been dying for twenty years, now I am going to live.
Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;- If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede you tent it: A chield's amang you takin notes, And, faith, he'll prent it.
Comin' through the rye, poor body, Comin' through the rye, She draigl't a' her petticoatie, Comin' through the rye . . . . Gin a body meet a body Comin' through the rye, Gin a body kiss a body Need a body cry?
Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining.
I have been dying for twenty years, now I am going to live.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
