Explore Quotes by Robert Burns

They never sought in vain that sought the Lord alright!

Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.

But facts are chiels that winna ding,_x000D__x000D_An' downa be disputed.

Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die.

Their sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man 's the noblest work of God."

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 mauna fa' that! . . . Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's comin' yet, for a' that, When man to man, the world o'er, Shall brithers be for a' that.

It 's guid to be merry and wise, It 's guid to be honest and true, It 's guid to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the buff and the blue.

For thus the royal mandate ran, When first the human race began, "The social, friendly honest man, Whate'er he be, Tis he fulfils great Nature's plan, And none but he!"

Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom's root.

If there's another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.

Painters and poets have liberty to lie.

I love drinking now and then. It defecates the standing pool of thought. A man perpetually in the paroxysm and fears of inebriety is like a half-drowned stupid wretch condemned to labor unceasingly in water; but a now-and-then tribute to Bacchus is like the cold bath, bracing and invigorating.

Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.

Suspense is worst than disappointment.

Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.

At length his lonely cot appears in view,_x000D__x000D_Beneath the shelter of an aged tree;_x000D__x000D_Th' expectant wee-things, toddling, stacher thro'_x000D__x000D_To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee.

To make a happy fireside clime_x000D__x000D_To weans and wife,_x000D__x000D_That's the true pathos and sublime_x000D__x000D_Of human life.

Now Nature hangs her mantle green_x000D__x000D_On every blooming tree,_x000D__x000D_And spreads her sheets o'daisies white_x000D__x000D_Out o'er the grassy lea.