Quotes by Sir Walter Scott
Death -- the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
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.
Is death the last step? No, it is the final awakening.
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
But search the land of living men, Wher wilst thou find their like again.
Oh, what tangled webs we weave, When we first practice to deceive.
Too much rest is rust.
To be always intending to live a new life, but never find time to set about it - this is as if a man should put off eating and drinking from one day to another till he be starved and destroyed.
The will to do, the soul to dare.
I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but death who comes at last.
He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit.
Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!
We shall never learn to feel and respect our real calling and destiny, unless we have taught ourselves to consider everything as moonshine, compared with the education of the heart.
Then, wearied by the uncertainty and difficulties with which each scheme appeared to be attended, he bent up his mind to the strong effort of shaking off his love, like dew-drops from the lion's mane, and resuming those studies and that career of life which his unrequited affection had so long and so fruitlessly interrupted. In this last resolution he endeavoured to fortify himself by every argument which pride, as well as reason, could suggest.
