Scottish Poet, Essayist
"A man can bear a world’s contempt when he has that within which says he’s worthy. When he contemns himself, there burns the hell."
"Vanity in its idler moments is benevolent, is as willing to give pleasure as to take it, and accepts as sufficient reward for its services a kind word or an approving smile."
"We bury love; forgetfulness grows over it like grass; that is a thing to weep for, not the dead."
"A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor."