I Was Born A Scotsman And A

O! Many A Shaft, At Random Sent, Finds Mark The Archer Little Meant! And Many A Word, At Random Spoken, May Soothe Or Wound A Heart That's Broken!

But Search The Land Of Living Men, Where Wilt Thou Find Their Like Again?

As Long As The Fates Permit, Live Cheerfully.

I Have Sometimes Thought Of The Final Cause Of Dogs Having Such Short Lives And I Am Quite Satisfied It Is In Compassion To The Human Race; For If We Suffer So Much In Losing A Dog After An Acquaintance Of Ten Or Twelve Years, What Would It Be If They Were To Live Double That Time?

Literature Is A Great Staff, But A Very Sorry Crutch.