We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine.
Source: Auld Lang Syne

Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.
Source: Unknown

Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;- If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede you tent it: A chield's amang you takin notes, And, faith, he'll prent it.
Source: On Captain Grose's Peregrinations Thro' Scotland
 

His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony, Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither-- They had been fou for weeks thegither!
Source: Tam o' Shanter

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
Source: My Heart's in the Highlands, from an old song, "The Strong Winds of Derry"

Green, slender, leaf-clad holly boughs Were twisted gracefu' round her brows, I took her for some Scottish Muse, By that same token, An' come to stop those reckless vows, Would soon be broken.
Source: The Vision

Then horn for horn they stretch and strive; Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.
Source: To a Haggis

Source: The Cotter's Saturday Night

To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Source: Epistle to Dr. Blacklock

Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
Source: Cotter's Saturday Night

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
Source: In Eutropium

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
Source: Brigs of Ayr

Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
Source: Tam O'Shanter

Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.
Source: The Cotter's Saturday Night

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.
Source: The Twa Dogs

O wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursel's as ithers see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us. And foolish notion; What airs in dress and gait wad lea'e us, And ev'n devotion!
Source: To a Louse

And there begins a lang digression About the lords o' the creation.
Source: The Twa Dogs