Walter Scott

A rusty nail placed near a faithful compass, will sway it from the truth, and wreck the argosy.

Walter Scott

A sinful heart makes feeble hand.

Walter Scott

Adversity is, to me at least, a tonic and a bracer.

Walter Scott

Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.

Walter Scott

Ambition is no cure for love!

Walter Scott

And better had they ne’er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.

Walter Scott

Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.

Walter Scott

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land!

Walter Scott

Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.

Walter Scott

Chess is a sad waste of brains.

Walter Scott