“The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.”

— Robert Burns, Epistle to a Young Friend, st. 8 (1786)

About Robert Burns

1759 – 1796

Scottish poet and lyricist, regarded as the national poet of Scotland.

“Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.”

“The best laid schemes o' mice and men Gang aft a-gley; And leave us naught but grief and pain For promised joy.”

“Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn.”

“Those who conduct themselves with morality, integrity and consistency need not fear the forces of inhumanity and cruelty.”

“I have no fear that the result of our experiment will be that men may be trusted to govern themselves without a master.”

“It is a general popular error to suppose the loudest complainers for the publick to be the most anxious for its welfare.”

“The basic stimulus to the intelligence is doubt, a feeling that the meaning of an experience is not self-evident.”

“I doubt if a charging elephant, or a rhino, is as determined, or hard to check, as a socially ambitious mother.”

“Though I admire republican principles in theory, yet I am afraid the practice may be too perfect for human nature.”