Robert BurnsThinkers

Architecture is the crazed creation of misguided whim.

The Critic is the cut-throat bandit in the paths of fame.

December is a time whose chill surly blast makes fields and forests bare.

Fashion is an idiot painter that seems industrious to place staring fools and unprincipled knaves in the foreground of its picture, while men of sense and honesty are too often thrown in the dimmest shades.

Life is but a day at most.

Planning is often twarted — The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a gley.

Suspense is worse than disappointment.

Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.

Toleration is to gently scan your brother man.

Whisky is the beverage of freedom — Freedom and whiskey gang thegither.