Sir Walter Scott Quotes

O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant; And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that`s broken!

Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!

He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit.

And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but death who comes at last.

To all, to each, a fair good night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

Discretion is the perfection of reason, and a guide to us in all the duties of life.

Vengeance, deep-brooding o`er the slain, Had locked the source of softer woe, And burning pride and high disdain Forbade the rising tear to flow

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