Walter Scott Short Quotes

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Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!

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It's no fish ye're buying, it's men's lives.

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The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.

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

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My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

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Tell that to the marines—the sailors won't believe it.

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

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Within that awful volume lies
The mystery, of mysteries!

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Vacant heart, and hand, and eye,
Easy live and quiet die.

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

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It is equally a fault to believe all men or to believe none.

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

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O fading honours of the dead!
O high ambition, lowly laid!

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Meat eaten without either mirth or music is ill of digestion.

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In man's most dark extremity
Oft succour dawns from Heaven.

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The praise of the physician... is the recovery of the patient.

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Will future ages believe that such stupid bigotry ever existed!

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Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.

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Come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last

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A friend always loves, but he who loves is not always a friend.

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Oh for a blast of that dread horn
On Fontarabian echoes borne!

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

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

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The sick chamber of the patient is the kingdom of the physician.

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Contentions fierce, Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.

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The grave the last sleep? No; it is the last and final awakening.

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But woe awaits a country when
She sees the tears of bearded men.

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Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?

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When, musing on companions gone,
We doubly feel ourselves alone.

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Widowed wife, and married maid,
Betrothed, betrayer, and betrayed!

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