Quotes
Quotes - Burns
Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a' kennin' wrang To step aside is human.
Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die.
O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I.
Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray, Was light from Heaven.
The great Creator to revereMust sure become the creature;But still the preaching cant forbear,And ev'n the rigid feature:Yet ne'er with wits profane to rangeBe complaisance extended;An atheist laugh's a poor exchangeFor deity offended. - Epistle to a Young Friend, An.
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!A farewell, and then forever!Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,While the star of hope she leaves him?Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me,Dark despair around benights me. - Ae Fond Kiss.
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
A man's a man for a' that!
A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might: Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.
The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that.
Man,--whose heaven-erected face The smiles of love adorn,-- Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!
Cursed be the man, the poorest wretch in life, The crouching vassal, to the tyrant wife, Who has no will but by her high permission; Who has not sixpence but in her possession; Who must to her his dear friend's secret tell; Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell. Were such the wife had fallen to my part, I'd break her spirit or I'd break her heart.
The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And all that thou hast done for me!
As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
That hour o' night's black arch the keystane.
Got no check books, got no banks. Still I'd like to express my thanks - I got the sun in the mornin' and the moon at night.
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
Facts are cheels that winna ding, An' downs be disputed.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale. from the poem The Cotterâs Saturday Night.
Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare, The desert were a paradise If thou wert there, if thou were there.
John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent.
Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel's united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
Remember that fear always lurks behind perfectionism. Confronting your fears and allowing yourself the right to be human can, paradoxically, make you a far happier and more productive person.
It can be helpful simply to make a written or mental list of the things you do each day. Then give yourself a mental credit for each of them, however small. This will help you focus on what you have done instead of what you haven't gotten around to do. It may sound simplistic, but it works.
