We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.
Walter Scott Quotes
A simple race! they waste their toil For the vain tribute of a smile.
If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over. Bolt up at once!
You know Malta, where there is more magnificence than comfort.
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; […]
Breathes there a 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!
It is the privilege of tale-tellers to open their story in an inn, the free rendezvous of all travellers, and where the humor of each displays itself, without ceremony or restraint.
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
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!
