Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.
WALTER SCOTTWithout courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.
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I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!
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November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear.
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Welcome as the flowers in May.
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Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
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One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.
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Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.
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Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?
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Come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last.
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And better had they ne’er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
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The man who is deserving the name is the one whose thoughts and exertions are for others rather than for himself.
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Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.
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If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over. Bolt up at once.
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Do not Christians and Heathens, and Jews and Gentiles, and poets and philosophers, unite in allowing the starry influences?
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To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
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Fortune may raise up or abuse the ordinary mortal, but the sage and the soldier should have minds beyond her control.
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