Walter Scott Quotes
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Art thou a friend to Roderick?
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A rusty nail placed near a faithful compass, will sway it from the truth, and wreck the argosy.
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Where lives the man that has not tried How mirth can into folly glide,And folly into sin!
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A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect.
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Teach your children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.
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Success - keeping your mind awake and your desire asleep.
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There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.
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Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.
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Saint George and the Dragon!-Bonny Saint George for Merry England!-The castle is won!
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You have power, rank, command, influence; we have wealth, the source both of our strength and weakness; the value of these toys, ten times multiplied, would not influence half so much as your slightest wish.
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If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,Go visit it by the pale moonlight.
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Success or failure in business is caused more by the mental attitude even than by mental capacities.
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'T is an old tale and often told;But did my fate and wish agree,Ne'er had been read, in story old,Of maiden true betray'd for gold,That loved, or was avenged, like me.
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On his bold visage middle ageHad slightly pressed its signet sage,Yet had not quenched the open truthAnd fiery vehemence of youth;Forward and frolic glee was there,The will to do, the soul to dare,The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire,Of hasty love or headlong ire.
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And darest thou thenTo beard the lion in his den,The Douglas in his hall?
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The playbill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.
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Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh,The sun has left the lea.
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O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
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To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
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Within that awful volume liesThe mystery, of mysteries!
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Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
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Such is the custom of Branksome Hall.
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Chivalry!-why, maiden, she is the nurse of pure and high affection-the stay of the oppressed, the redresser of grievances, the curb of the power of the tyrant-Nobility were but an empty name without her, and liberty finds the best protection in her lance and her sword.
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Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain!Vain as the leaf upon the stream,And fickle as a changeful dream;Fantastic as a woman's mood,And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.Thou many-headed monster thing,Oh who would wish to be thy king!