Greatness of any kind has no greater foe than a habit of drinking. Walter Scott More Quotes by Walter Scott More Quotes From Walter Scott If a faultless poem could be produced, I am satisfied it would tire the critics themselves; and annoy the whole reading world with the spleen. Walter Scott annoyingreadingworld Every hour has its end. Walter Scott hoursends 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! Walter Scott archerbroken-heartmay Sensibility is nature's celestial spring. Walter Scott celestialsensibilityspring Chess is a sad waste of brains. Walter Scott wastechessbrain Thou and I are but the blind instruments of some irresistible fatality, that hurries us along, like goodly vessels driving before the storm, which are dashed against each other, and so perish. Walter Scott stormdrivingblind But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like again? Walter Scott landmenlife Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies. Walter Scott celebratepoetnature What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are. Walter Scott eyelashesimportantlong Adversity is like the period of the rain. . . cold, comfortless, unfriendly to people and to animals; yet from that season have their birth the flower, the fruit, the date, the rose and the pomegranate. Walter Scott adversityflowerrain True love's the gift which God has given to man alone beneath the heaven. Walter Scott givenmenheaven Methinks I will not die quite happy without having seen something of that Rome of which I have read so much. Walter Scott romedies Sordid selfishness doth contract and narrow our benevolence, and cause us, like serpents, to infold ourselves within ourselves, and to turn out our stings to the entire world besides. Walter Scott selfishnesscausesworld The playbill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out. Walter Scott denmarktragedycharacter Stood for his country's glory fast, And nailed her colors to the mast! Walter Scott colorglorycountry Covetousness bursts the sack and spills the grain. Walter Scott spillscovetousnessgrain 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? Walter Scott rainbowhueheaven 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. Walter Scott memorial-daydreamsleep For love is heaven and heaven is love. Walter Scott inspirational-lovelove-isheaven But with morning cool repentance came. Walter Scott repentanceforgivenessmorning
