Heap on more wood! – the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
WALTER SCOTTThe paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.
More Walter Scott Quotes
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A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man’s heart through half the year.
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Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never.
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The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.
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I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as it was said to me.
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Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.
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He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.
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Teach you children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.
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Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.
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To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
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As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.
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Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.
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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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Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.
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I like a highland friend who will stand by me not only when I am in the right, but when I am a little in the wrong.
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Look back, and smile on perils past.
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What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people’s minds.
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The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.
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Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?
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Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
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Steady of heart and stout of hand.
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Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
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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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A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.
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The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.
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Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
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Those who are too idle to read, save for the purpose of amusement, may in these works acquire some acquaintance with history, which, however inaccurate, is better than none.
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