Date: 1859

" Not all this world's gay hopes, nor present charms, / Nor parents tears, nor a fond husband's arms, / Could stamp the least impression on her mind, / Or fix to earth a soul for heav'n design'd."

— Skinner, Rev. John (1721-1807)

Date: 1859

"(For sure thy sire had not a heart of steel)"

— Skinner, Rev. John (1721-1807)

Date: 1869

One's immortal deeds may be "Engrav'd ... / On ev'ry heart in this braid land"

— Oliphant, Carolina, Lady Nairne (1766-1845)

Date: 1869

On a tree's "fair stem were mony names, which now nae mair I see, / But they're engraven on my heart--forgot they ne'er can be!"

— Oliphant, Carolina, Lady Nairne (1766-1845)

Date: 1887

"You see, he explained, I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose."

— Doyle, Arthur Conan (1859-1930)

Date: 1887

"A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things, so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it."

— Doyle, Arthur Conan (1859-1930)

Date: 1887

"Now the skillful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic."

— Doyle, Arthur Conan (1859-1930)

Date: 1887

"It is a mistake to think that that little room [the 'brain-attic'] has elastic walls and can distend to any extent"

— Doyle, Arthur Conan (1859-1930)

Date: January, 1888

"The past is all of one texture--whether feigned or suffered--whether acted out in three dimensions, or only witnessed in that small theatre of the brain which we keep brightly lighted all night long, after the jets are down, and darkness and sleep reign undisturbed in the remainder of the body."

— Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850-1894)

Date: January, 1888

"So that the little people who manage man's internal theatre had not as yet received a very rigorous training; and played upon their stage like children who should have slipped into the house and found it empty, rather than like drilled actors performing a set piece to a huge hall of faces."

— Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850-1894)