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.
WALTER SCOTTThere never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.
More Walter Scott Quotes
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Look back, and smile on perils past.
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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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Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
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To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
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Come 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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We are like the herb which flourisheth most when it is most trampled on.
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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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All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.
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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?
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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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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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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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Come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last.
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Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.
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Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet.
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