Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.
WALTER SCOTTCome fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it’s room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
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Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
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Crystal and hearts would lose all their merit in the world if it were not for their fragility.
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He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.
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Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.
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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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From my experience, not one in twenty marries the first love; we build statues of snow and weep to see them melt.
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It is the privilege of tale-tellers to open their story in an inn, the free rendezvous of all travellers, and where the humour of each displays itself, without ceremony or restraint.
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Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
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Recollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be companion of our pleasures and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit.
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Treason seldom dwells with courage.
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All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.
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I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom, he said to himself, but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.
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The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.
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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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Many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges
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