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! - Sir Walter Scott
The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. - Sir Walter Scott
'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale; 'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poorest man's heart thru half the year. - Sir Walter Scott
He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit. - Sir Walter Scott
The will to do, the soul to dare. - Sir Walter Scott
To all, to each, a fair good night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light. - Sir Walter Scott
Heap on more wood - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still. - Sir Walter Scott
Too much rest is rust. - Sir Walter Scott
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. - Sir Walter Scott
Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive! - Sir Walter Scott
And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but death who comes at last. - Sir Walter Scott