Walter Scott

The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!

— Walter Scott

Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!

— Walter Scott

All is possible for those who dare to die!

— Walter Scott

The sun never sets on the immense empire of Charles V.

— Walter Scott

The sickening pang of hope deferr'd.

— Walter Scott

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

— Walter Scott

Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.

— Walter Scott

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

— Walter Scott

Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.

— Walter Scott

Stood for his country's glory fast, And nailed her colors to the mast!

— Walter Scott

Teach your children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.

— Walter Scott

“Prior Aymer, who pushed his mule betwixt his companion and”

— Walter Scott

We are like the herb which flourisheth most when trampled upon

— Walter Scott

One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name

— Walter Scott

A ruin should always be protected but never repaired - thus may we witness full the lingering legacies of the past.

— Walter Scott

All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.

— Walter Scott

The playbill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.

— Walter Scott

Sordid selfishness doth contract and narrow our benevolence, and cause us, like serpents, to infold ourselves within ourselves, and to turn out…

— Walter Scott

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

“...she felt in her mind the consciousness that she was entitled to hold a higher rank from her merit, than the arbitrary…

— Walter Scott

“Far better was our homely diet, eaten in peace and liberty, than the luxurious dainties, the love of which hath delivered us…

— Walter Scott

“I pretend not to be a champion of that same naked virtue called truth, to the very outrance. I can consent that…

— Walter Scott

There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.

— Walter Scott

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest…

— Walter Scott

“Such an institution could only prevail at a time when ordinary means of justice were excluded by the hand of power, and…

— Walter Scott

Independently of the curious circumstance that such tales should be found existing in very different countries and languages, which augurs a greater…

— Walter Scott

I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in…

— Walter Scott

“Albert Graeme It was an English ladye bright, (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall) And she would marry a Scottish knight,…

— Walter Scott

It was in the beginning of the month of November, 17--, when a young English gentleman, who had just left the university…

— Walter Scott

I will suppose that you have no friends to share or rejoice in your success in life — that you cannot look…

— Walter Scott

In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest,…

— Walter Scott

Guilt, though it may attain temporal splendor, can never confer real happiness; the evil consequences of our crimes long survive their commission,…

— Walter Scott

Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.

— Walter Scott

Each must drain His share of pleasure, share of pain.

— Walter Scott

And children know, Instinctive taught, the friend and foe.

— Walter Scott

Some touch of Nature's genial glow.

— Walter Scott

A mother's pride, a father's joy.

— Walter Scott

Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.

— Walter Scott

In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.

— Walter Scott

For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

— Walter Scott