I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one half his days and mad the other.

Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.

Adoration isn't love.

It seems as if life and hope must cease together.

My fuel for my fire is to be able to provide for my family.

Both my parents are Scottish, and although I grew up in Canada after moving over, all of my family are proud to be Scots.

I spent a lot of time with extended family when I was young. Every weekend, Dad would buy half a sheep and Mum would cook for about 50 people, and we would all eat on the couch, in the kitchen, spilling out into the garden.

My dreams for the future are simple: work, a happy, healthy family, a lovely long motorcycle ride, and continuing the struggle to awaken people to the need for serious human rights reform.