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 SCOTTRecollect 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.
More Walter Scott Quotes
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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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Many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges
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There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.
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Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.
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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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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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Credit is like a looking-glass, which when once sullied by a breath, may be wiped clear again; but if once cracked can never be repaired.
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The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.
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Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.
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Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
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Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never.
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Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
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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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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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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.
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