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• As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns As the rapt seraph that adores and bu
  To Him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all!...
• An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended!
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Epistle to a Young Friend...
• And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser!
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Epistle to a Young Friend...
• Perhaps it may turn out a sang, Perhaps turn out a sermon.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Epistle to a Young Friend...
• Partying is such sweet sorrow. -- Robert Byrne
• I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing
  But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!...
• To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife,-- That is the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Epistle to Dr. Blacklock...
• The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in orde
  But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border....
• All things that are born must die. Work hard for your own freedom from sorrow. -- Buddha