A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.

— Walter Scott

A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect.

— Walter Scott

All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.

— Walter Scott

And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

— Walter Scott

And please return it. You may think this is a strange request, but I find that although my friends are poor arithmeticians, they are nearly all of them good bookkeepers.

— Walter Scott

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

— 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

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

— Walter Scott

But there stands the sword of my ancestor Sir Richard Vernon, slain at Shrewsbury, and sorely slandered by a sad fellow called Will Shakespeare, whose Lancastrian partializes, and a certain knack at embodying them, has turned history upside down, or rather inside out.

— Walter Scott

Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.

— Walter Scott