Explore Quotes by Robert Burns

Your lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry.... Friendship... had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me - God of love only knows where.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min?

My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

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!

Pharmaceutical projects are like fresh fruit - they depreciate if they are not tended to, and they do poorly if sitting on the shelf with long periods of inactivity.

Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.

But deep this truth impressed my mind — _x000D_Thro' all his works abroad, _x000D_The heart benevolent and kind _x000D_The most resembles God.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor. ... Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.

How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.

Apropos, is not the Scotch phrase 'Auld Lang Syne' exceedingly expressive? I shall give you the verses on the other sheet. The words of 'Auld Lang Syne' are good, but the music is an old air, the rudiments of the modern tune of that name. ... Dare to be honest and fear no labor. ... Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings. ... Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure thrill the deepest notes of woe. ... Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.

I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.

The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, _x000D__x000D_An' fill it in a silver tassie.

God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow's head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.

Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.

The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy!

Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes, _x000D__x000D_And o'er the chrystal streamlets plays; _x000D__x000D_Come let us spend the lightsome days _x000D__x000D_In the birks of Aberfeldy.

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.

Once upon a Lammas Night_x000D__x000D_When corn rigs are bonny,_x000D__x000D_Beneath the Moon's unclouded light, _x000D__x000D_I held awhile to Annie..._x000D__x000D_The time went by with careless heed_x000D__x000D_Between the late and early,_x000D__x000D_With small persuasion she agreed_x000D__x000D_To see me through the barley..._x000D__x000D_Corn rigs and barley rigs,_x000D__x000D_Corn rigs are bonny!_x000D__x000D_I'll not forget that happy night_x000D__x000D_Among the rigs with Annie!