The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?
WALTER SCOTTTo the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
More Walter Scott Quotes
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Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
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Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.
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The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.
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Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
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Heap on more wood! – the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
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Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet.
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Look back, and smile on perils past.
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To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
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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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Do not Christians and Heathens, and Jews and Gentiles, and poets and philosophers, unite in allowing the starry influences?
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Real valor consists not in being insensible to danger; but in being prompt to confront and disarm it.
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A good deal of philanthropy arises in general from mere vanity and love of distinction gilded over to others and to themselves with some show of benevolent sentiment.
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Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
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A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man’s heart through half the year.
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Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden.
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