Walter Scott Quotes

There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.

Ambition is no cure for love!

Mankind — the race would perish did they cease to aid each other.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

Ridicule often checks what is absurd, and fully as often smothers that which is noble.

The schoolmaster is termed, classically, Ludi Magister, because he deprives boys of their play.

In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.

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

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er.

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.

High minds, of native pride and force, Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse; Fear, for their scourge, means villains have, Thou art the torturer of the brave!

We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to answer.

What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?

Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.

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.

Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains, Winning from Reason's hand the reins, Pity and woe! for such a mind Is soft contemplative, and kind.

Good even, good fair moon, good even to thee. I prithee, dear moon, now show to me the form and the features, the speech and degree, of the man that true lover of mine shall be.

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Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.

Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.

O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?

Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.

Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer's queen.

Hard toil can roughen form and face, And want call quench the eye's bright grace.

Come one, come all! this rock shall fly From its firm base, as soon as I.

Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.

I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as it was said to me.

Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.

Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never.

The man who is deserving the name is the one whose thoughts and exertions are for others rather than for himself.

Marry in haste, repent at leisure.

True love's the gift which God has given to man alone beneath the heaven.

Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!

Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven.

Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is better than defeat! Fight on brave knights! for bright eyes behold your deeds!

That day of wrath, that dreadful day. When heaven and earth shall pass away.

The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have know a better day.

Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea.

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

I was not always a man of woe.

Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart.

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

Sleep in peace, and wake in joy.

A sound head, an honest heart, and an humble spirit are the three best guides through time and to eternity.

Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.

As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.

A sinful heart makes feeble hand.

O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood!

Mystery has great charms for womanhood.