“Let us do or die.”

“O wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursel's as ithers see us!”

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

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

“Should auld acquaintances be forgot And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot And days o'auld lang syne?”

“I have been dying for twenty years now I am going to live.”

“We are all so guilty at the way we have allowed the world around us to become more ugly and tasteless every year that we surrender to terror and steep ourselves in it.”

“Prison always has been a good place for writers, killing, as it does, the twin demons of mobility and diversion”

“All others are outside myself;I lock my door and bar them outThe turmoil, tedium, gad-about.I lock my door upon myself,And bar them out; but who shall wallSelf from myself, most loathed of all?If I...”