Walter Scott

Walter Scott

Sir Walter Scott, 1st Baronet (15 August 1771 – 21 September 1832) was a Scottish historical novelist, playwright and poet. Many of his works remain classics of both English-language literature and of Scottish literature. Famous titles include Ivanhoe, Rob Roy, Old Mortality, The Lady of the Lake, Waverley, The Heart of Midlothian and The Bride of Lammermoor.

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

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

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

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.

If a farmer fills his barn with grain he gets mice. If he leaves it empty he gets actors.

A rusty nail placed near a faithful compass will sway it from the truth and wreck the argosy.

We build statues out of snow and weep to see them melt.

Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.

If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise it is all over. Bolt up at once.

Look back and smile on perils past.

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

The half hour between waking and rising has all my life proved propitious to any task which was exercising my invention... It was always when I first opened my eyes that the desired ideas thronged upon me.

The race of mankind would perish did they cease to aid each other. We cannot exist without mutual help. All therefore that need aid have a right to ask it from their fellow-men, and no one who has the power of granting can refuse it without guilt.

Success - keeping your mind awake and your desire asleep.

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

When thinking about companions gone we feel ourselves doubly alone.

To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.

What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.

Of all vices drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.

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!

What is a diary as a rule? A document useful to the person who keeps it. Dull to the contemporary who reads it and invaluable to the student centuries afterwards who treasures it.

'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming and look brighter when we come.

Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.

Discretion is the perfection of reason and a guide to us in all the duties of life.

To be ambitious of true honor of the true glory and perfection of our natures is the very principle and incentive of virtue.

One hour of life crowded to the full with glorious action and filled with noble risks is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum in which men steal through existence like sluggish waters through a marsh without either honor or observation.

For success attitude is equally as important as ability.

Love rules the court the camp the grove And men below and saints above: For love is heaven and heaven is love.

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

Success or failure in business is caused more by the mental attitude even than by mental capacities.

It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.

He is the best sailor who can steer within fewest points of the wind and exact a motive power out of the greatest obstacles.

There is a vulgar incredulity which in historical matters as well as in those of religion finds it easier to doubt than to examine.

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

Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the Shore of a dark Scottish lake.