Walter Scott
Walter Scott
Sir Walter Scott, 1st Baronet, FRSEwas a Scottish historical novelist, playwright and poet with many contemporary readers in Europe, Australia, and North America...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth15 August 1771
wise men blessing
I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom," he said to himself, "but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.
heart tears my-heart
I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!
herbs
We are like the herb which flourisheth most when trampled upon
energy purpose wonderful
It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.
goodnight good-night dream
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
horse men rooms
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
mean men years
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.
cheer wine littles
God in his goodness sent the grapes To cheer both great and small; Little fools will drink too much And great fools none at all!
death lasts
come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last
success attitude important
For success, attitude is equally as important as ability.
courage impossible-things possible-and-impossible
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
awake-at-night mind desire
Success - keeping your mind awake and your desire asleep.
home heart men
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand! If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung.
stupid believe age
Will future ages believe that such stupid bigotry ever existed!