I Was Born A Scotsman And A

The Misery Of Keeping A Dog Is His Dying So Soon. But, To Be Sure, If He Lived For Fifty Years And Then Died, What Would Become Of Me?

War Is The Only Game In Which Both Sides Lose.

What Skilful Limner E'er Would Choose To Paint The Rainbow's Varying Hues, Unless To Mortal It Were Given To Dip His Brush In Dyes Of Heaven?

O, What A Tangled Web We Weave When First We Practise To Deceive!

Revenge, The Sweetest Morsel To The Mouth That Ever Was Cooked In Hell.