O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away! — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Perhaps the perusal of such works may, without injustice, be compared with the use of opiates, baneful, when habitually and constantly resorted… — 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
It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward,… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
See yonder rock from which the fountain gushes; is it less compact of adamant, though waters flow from it? Firm hearts have… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
...crystal and hearts would lose all their merit in the world if it were not for their fragility. — 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
Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart. — 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
Independently of the curious circumstance that such tales should be found existing in very different countries and languages, which augurs a greater… — 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
A sound head, an honest heart, and an humble spirit are the three best guides through time and to eternity. — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn. — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland? — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 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 hamlets, dances… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
