Quote by Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)

• 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!

• Oh what a tangled web we weave,
  When first we practise to deceive!

• He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit.

• To all, to each, a fair good night,
  And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

• The will to do, the soul to dare.

• And come he slow, or come he fast,
  It is but death who comes at last.