Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.
WALTER SCOTTI 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.
More Walter Scott Quotes
-
-
Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?
WALTER SCOTT -
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.
WALTER SCOTT -
Greatness of any kind has no greater foe than a habit of drinking.
WALTER SCOTT -
I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as it was said to me.
WALTER SCOTT -
We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.
WALTER SCOTT -
Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin.
WALTER SCOTT -
A sinful heart makes feeble hand.
WALTER SCOTT -
The will to do, the soul to dare.
WALTER SCOTT -
One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.
WALTER SCOTT -
He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.
WALTER SCOTT -
Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.
WALTER SCOTT -
Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet.
WALTER SCOTT -
Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.
WALTER SCOTT -
Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never.
WALTER SCOTT -
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
WALTER SCOTT -
Good Night, Goodnight, Dream.
WALTER SCOTT -
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
WALTER SCOTT -
Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.
WALTER SCOTT -
If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over. Bolt up at once.
WALTER SCOTT -
We are like the herb which flourisheth most when it is most trampled on.
WALTER SCOTT -
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
WALTER SCOTT -
The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.
WALTER SCOTT -
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.
WALTER SCOTT -
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.
WALTER SCOTT -
Welcome as the flowers in May.
WALTER SCOTT -
He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.
WALTER SCOTT