To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
WALTER SCOTTDiscretion is the perfection of reason, and a guide to us in all the duties of life.
More Walter Scott Quotes
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I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom, he said to himself, but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.
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Look back, and smile on perils past.
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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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We are like the herb which flourisheth most when it is most trampled on.
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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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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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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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The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.
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The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.
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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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Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.
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Real valor consists not in being insensible to danger; but in being prompt to confront and disarm it.
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The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.
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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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