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 SCOTTBlessed 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.
More Walter Scott Quotes
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Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
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The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.
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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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War is the only game in which both sides lose.
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Hurry no man’s cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself.
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Greatness of any kind has no greater foe than a habit of drinking.
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Steady of heart and stout of hand.
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Welcome as the flowers in May.
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Good Night, Goodnight, Dream.
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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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A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man’s heart through half the year.
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Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin.
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Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
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Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.
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Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.
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