The infant, on opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to the hour of his death never lose sight of it. [Fr., Un enfant en ouvrant ses yeux doit voir la patrie, et jusqu'a la mort ne voir qu'elle.]

Who dare to love their country, and be poor.

However she redefined herself, that part of one that made for the core of the self, that part that we think of as the ultimate, inner being—that was ineradicable Scottish. That part spoke with a Scottish voice; that part looked out through Scottish eyes; and it was that part that now welled within her as she gazed out through the window of the descending plane and saw below her the rolling Borders hills…

every man has a map in his heart of his own country and that the heart will never allow you to forget this map. (p. 18)

Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread