Robert Burns Art Quotations

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!

O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!

Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.

Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us

My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune. How fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till all the seas gang dry. Till all the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love. And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love, Though it were ten thousand mile.

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart?

The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.

They've come to realize how much it can hurt them to withhold information. I think they're starting to recognize that more than they did in the past.

But of all Nonsense, Religious Nonsense is the most nonsensical; so enough, & more than enough of it - Only, by the bye, will you, or can you tell me, my dear Cunningham, why a religioso turn of mind has always a tendency to narrow and illiberalise the heart?

The heart and benevolent and kind the most resembles God.

The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art...

And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair. Wha does the utmost that he can Will whyles do mair.

An honest man here lies at rest, the friend of man the friend of truth the friend of age and guide of youth. Few hearts like his with virtue warmed, few heads with knowledge so informed. If there's another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this.

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

There's a certain amount of skepticism that's natural. You just have to judge the particular person you're taking to.

Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met -- or never parted -- we had never been broken-hearted.