Author of quotes: Walter Scott. Page 2

If people do not learn to help each other, then the human race will disappear from the face of the earth.

How many stupid blades looks luxurious in a velvet scabbard!

Oh, what a complicated pattern we weave,
When for the first time lying!
Oh, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!

About indecision and carelessness! If you're on your own and not vices, then how many terrible tortures and misery you bring!

Moon, I swear you created
To light up going down the drain;
For them one needs to Shine
In the mirror bottomless pockets
And, leaving the window
Lattices silver trail
Lash touch sleepy,
Whispering that dawn is coming.

Though aptly aiming Cupid
I am protected from the arrows.
My spirit is impassive, my gaze is sullen,
The sadness is my destiny.
The pleasure young girl
A trap for men.
The temptations beauty defying,
I lurk alone.

What me worry
Dangerous magic
The fate of the first to bless
And curse then?
Before the death of Phoenix alone
He is the master.
Without the dove the dove,
And I shall die one.

I don't want to hear that there exist such animals as drunken priests objected to this monk, but if there are, it is worthless to the layman spoke about the spiritual face! The decency, my friend, and tell the Holy man was lost in thought, and it often happens that I get dizzy and my legs tremble, as if the stomach is full young wine. I have experienced this condition.

No, vengeance is the feast of the gods. And if it is true, as we are assured the priests that the gods reserve this right for themselves, so they think that pleasure is too valuable to give it to mere mortals. And ambition! It is temptation, which is able to disturb the human soul, even among the heavenly bliss.

When polite words are rude cover actions, ' said Rowena, they are similar to the knight's belt on the meanest slave.

I've heard people praise freedom, - he muttered, - but now I would like to see some sage has advised me what to do with this freedom!

But you should not be angry at a friend who, wishing well to you and shook you by the shoulders and woke him up from his sweet dreams, at least he did it somewhat roughly and rudely.

The cub, chained, in the end, will always break it, will kill the host and escape into the woods.

- So what do you have, if there is no government, no family, no religion?
- I have freedom. I am not to break my back and no one recognize. Go where you want, live as you can die when it's my time.