"A speech isna' a sermon, ma'am; though I'll ne'er belittle a speech wi' a £1000 argument."
"And there was Deacon Moir, Janet, who didna approve o' the scheme, and who would therefore gie nothing at a'."
"The Deacon is sae godly that God doesna get a chance to improve his condition, ma'am. But for a' o' Deacon Moir's disapproval I'se count on the good work going on."
"'Deed yes, Janet, and though our Davie should ne'er marry at a'—"
"There'll be generations o' lads an' lasses, ma'am, that will rise up in auld Scotland an' go up an' down through a' the warld a' ca' David Lockerby 'blessed.'"
FRANZ MÜLLER'S WIFE.
"Franz, good morning. Whose philosophy is it now? Hegel, Spinosa, Kant or Dugald Stewart?"
"None of them. I am reading Faust."