Walter Scott Quotes

For success, attitude is equally as important as ability.

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

Wounds sustained for the sake of conscience carry their own balsam with the blow.

I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.

It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.

A rusty nail placed near a faithful compass, will sway it from the truth, and wreck the argosy.

Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said This is my own my native land!

All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.

The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.

To all to each a fair goodnight And pleasing dreams and slumbers light.

Colonel Talbot? he is a very disagreeable person, to be sure. He looks as if he thought no Scottish woman worth the trouble of handing her a cup of tea.

It was woman that taught me cruelty, and on woman therefore I have exercised it.

Look back, and smile on perils past.

How pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child's board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of an oak which he has planted.

Is death the last sleep? No it is the last final awakening.

My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.

The sickening pang of hope deferr'd.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

Look back, and smile on perils past!

It is only when I dally with what I am about look back and aside instead of keeping my eyes straight forward that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.

To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

Her blue eyes sought the west afar For lovers love the western star.

No word of commiseration can make a burden feel one feather's weight lighter to the slave who must carry it.

Welcome as the flowers in May.

Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.

Success or failure in business is caused more by the mental attitude even than by mental capacities.

To all to each a fair good night And pleasing dreams and slumbers light.

A Christmas gambol oft could cheerThe poor man's heart through half the year.

O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!

Adversity is to me at least a tonic and a bracer.

The chain of friendship however bright does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.

O Woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain coy and hard to please And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made When pain and anguish wring the brow A ministering angel thou!

But search the land of living men Where wilt thou find their like again.

Adversity is like the period of the rain ... cold comfortless unfriendly to man and to animal yet from that season have their birth the flower the fruit the date the rose and the pomegranate.

One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.

One hour of life crowded to the full with glorious action and filled with noble risks is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum.

Revenge is a feast for thegods!

And please return it. You may think this a strange request, but I find that although my friends are poor arithmeticians, they are nearly all of them good bookkeepers.

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum

Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and the wrong. Sometime in life you will have been all of these.

One hour of life crowded to the full with glorious action and filled with noble risks is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum.

Oh, many a shaft at random sentFinds mark the archer little meant!And many a word at random spokenMay soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken!

The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

so wondrous wild, the whole might seemthe scenery of a fairy dream

True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven: It is not fantasy's hot fire Whose wishes soon as granted fly It liveth not in fierce desire.

Cutting honest throats by whispers.