When they are assailed by despair, young people should let universal concerns into their lives.
Edinburgh is an experience A city of enormous gifts Whose streets sing of history Whose cobbles tell tales.
There's no leaving Edinburgh, No shifting it around: it stays with you, always.
That which once united man Now drives him apart. We are not helpless Creatures crashing onwards irresistibly to doom. There is time for everything and time to choose For everything. We are that time, that choice. Everybody gets what he deserves.
The poet lives as long as his lines are imprinted on the minds of his readers.
Can the brain understand the brain? Can it understand the mind? Is it a giant computer, or some other kind of giant machine, or something more?
Life is most delightful on the downward slope.
In England only uneducated people show off their knowledge; nobody quotes Latin or Greek authors in the course of conversation, unless he has never read them.
. . . the routine of life goes on, whatever happens, we do the same things, go through the little performance of eating, sleeping, washing. No crisis can break through the crust of habit.