Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade. Walter Scott More Quotes by Walter Scott More Quotes From Walter Scott Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell. Walter Scott hellrevengemouths The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me? Walter Scott dogsorryloss Success - keeping your mind awake and your desire asleep. Walter Scott awake-at-nightminddesire Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion. Walter Scott maidenstonguesilence God in his goodness sent the grapes Walter Scott winecheerlittles For success, attitude is equally as important as ability. Walter Scott importantsuccessattitude Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer. Walter Scott holidaynew-yearcheer Credit is like a looking-glass, which when once sullied by a breath, may be wiped clear again; but if once cracked can never be repaired. Walter Scott creditglassesmay Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue. Walter Scott virtuecourage We are like the herb which flourisheth most when it is most trampled on. Walter Scott herbs The lover's pleasure, like that of the hunter, is in the chase, and the brightest beauty loses half its merit, as the flower its perfume, when the willing hand can reach it too easily. There must be doubt; there must be difficulty and danger. Walter Scott flowerlovehands A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year. Walter Scott xmaschristmascheer Cats are a mysterious kind of folk. Walter Scott mysteriouscatkind Real valor consists not in being insensible to danger; but in being prompt to confront and disarm it. Walter Scott motivationrealinspirational One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name Walter Scott glorious-lifenamesbirthday I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time? Walter Scott short-lifedogloss Steady of heart and stout of hand. Walter Scott stouthearthands War is the only game in which both sides lose. Walter Scott gamessideswar Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land. Walter Scott country-lovepatrioticmen Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day. Walter Scott strifewakingmay
