Quotes from Walter Scott

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

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!

The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.

November's sky is chill and drear,November's leaf is red and sear.

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

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

O Woman! in our hours of ease,Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,And variable as the shadeBy the light quivering aspen made;When pain and anguish wring the brow,A ministering angel thou!

Like the dew on the mountain,Like the foam on the river,Like the bubble on the fountain,Thou art gone, and forever!

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

A miss is as good as a mile.

Recollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be companion of our pleasures and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit.

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?

It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.

Oh, poverty parts good company.

As old as the hills.

The will to do, the soul to dare.

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

Time will rust the sharpest sword,Time will consume the strongest cord;That which molders hemp and steel,Mortal arm and nerve must feel.

Success - keeping your mind awake and your desire asleep.

Stood for his country's glory fast,And nail'd her colors to the mast!

When dark December glooms the day, And takes our autumn joys away...

Heap on more wood!—the wind is chill;But let it whistle as it will,We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;In halls, in gay attire is seen;In hamlets, dances on the green.Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,And men below, and saints above;For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

How pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child's board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of an oak which he has planted.