A Man's Real Possession Is His Memory.

Stirling, Like A Huge Brooch, Clasps Highlands And Lowlands Together.

If The Egotist Is Weak, His Egotism Is Worthless. If The Egotist Is Strong, Acute, Full Of Distinctive Character, His Egotism Is Precious, And Remains A Possession Of The Race.

The Spot Of Ground On Which A Man Has Stood Is Forever Interesting To Him.

Not On The Stage Alone, In The World Also, A Man's Real Character Comes Out Best In His Asides.

We Are Never Happy; We Can Only Remember That We Were So Once.