All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education. — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
True love's the gift which God has given to man alone beneath the heaven. — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land. — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
The man who is deserving the name is the one whose thoughts and exertions are for others rather than for himself. — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
He hath a share of man's intelligence, but no share of man's falsehood. — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Where lives the man that has not tried How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin! — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
When a man has not a good reason for doing a thing, he has one good reason for letting it alone. — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is better than defeat! Fight on brave knights! for bright… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Oh, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes front clay, Be Thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay, Though… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Good even, good fair moon, good even to thee. I prithee, dear moon, now show to me the form and the features,… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Honour is a homicide and a bloodspiller, that gangs about making frays in the street; but Credit is a decent honest man,… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
My dear, be a good man be virtuous be religious be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
He who indulges his sense in any excesses renders himself obnoxious to his own reason; and, to gratify the brute in him,… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
England was merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports again. 'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale; 'Twas Christmas told the merriest… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Come forth, old man,--thy daughter's side Is now the fitting place for thee: When time has quell'd the oak's bold pride, The… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Alas!... what is it, valiant knight, save an offering of sacrifice to a demon of vain glory, and a passing through the… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Those who follow the banners oreason are like the well-disciplined battalions which, wearing a more sober uniform and making a less dazzling… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
I did not myself set a high estimation on wealth, and had the affectation of most young men of lively imagination, who… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Well, then--our course is chosen--spread the sail-- Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well-- Look to the helm, good master--many… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men. — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like again? — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year. — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Thus aged men, full loth and slow, The vanities of life forego, And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
“Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, and men below, and the saints above, for love is heaven, and heaven is… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom," he said to himself, "but I wish any wise man would teach… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven: It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven. It is the secret sympathy, The silver link,… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
“Of all the train, none escaped except Wamba, who showed upon the occasion much more courage than those who pretended to greater sense.” — Walter Scott Copy Share
Where shall the lover rest, Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast, Parted for ever? Where, through groves deep and high, Sounds… — Walter Scott Copy Share
O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound… — Walter Scott Copy Share
Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland? — Walter Scott Copy Share
Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll, And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole, Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids… — Walter Scott Copy Share
“but he had only received that sort of answer usually given by those who are more obstinate in following their own course, than strong… — Walter Scott Copy Share
“Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, and men below, and the saints above, for love is heaven, and heaven is love. ” — Walter Scott Copy Share
Fortune may raise up or abuse the ordinary mortal, but the sage and the soldier should have minds beyond her control. — Walter Scott Copy Share
In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances… — Walter Scott Copy Share
Honour is a homicide and a bloodspiller, that gangs about making frays in the street; but Credit is a decent honest man, that sits… — Walter Scott Copy Share
“The lovers of the chase say that the hare feels more agony during the pursuit of the greyhounds, than when she is struggling in… — Walter Scott Copy Share
I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd. — Walter Scott Copy Share
