Sir Walter Scott

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled
with noble risks, is worth whole years read more

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled
with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry
decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters
through a marsh, without either honour or observation.

A friend always loves, but he who loves is not always a friend.

A friend always loves, but he who loves is not always a friend.

Vengeance, deep-brooding o'er the slain, Had locked the source of softer woe, And burning pride and high disdain Forbade the read more

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

Scared out of his seven senses.

Scared out of his seven senses.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.