I look upon Switzerland as an inferior sort of Scotland.

It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch understanding.

That knuckle-end of England--that land of Calvin, oat-cakes, and sulphur.

I haven’t even been here an hour and already, Edinburgh is the city of my dreams.

But he'll never be fully recognised, because Scots literature these days is all about complaining and moaning and being injured in one's soul.

But Austria, Switzerland and parts of Belgium speak a different sort of German.