Sir Walter Scott Quotes

Sir Walter Scott

Scottish author & novelist (1771 - 1832)

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The willow which bends to the tempest, often escapes better than the oak which resists it; and so in great calamities, it sometimes happens that light and frivolous spirits recover their elasticity and presence of mind sooner than those of a loftier character.

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O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!

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To all, to each, a fair good-night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

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How pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child's board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of an oak which he has planted.

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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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He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.

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O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!

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Oh, the tangled webs we weave When we practice to deceive.

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Oh, what tangled webs we weave, When we first practice to deceive.

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He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit.

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Oh what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!

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To all, to each, a fair good night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

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And come he slow, or come he fast,
It is but death who comes at last.

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Too much rest is rust.

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The will to do, the soul to dare.

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To be always intending to live a new life, but never find time to set about it - this is as if a man should put off eating and drinking from one day to another till he be starved and destroyed.

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