Quote by Walter Scott
One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.

One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name. – Walter Scott

Other quotes by Walter Scott

The race of mankind would perish did they cease to aid each other. We cannot exist without mutual help. All therefore that need aid have a right to ask it from their fellow-men and no one who has the power of granting can refuse it without guilt. – Walter Scott

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

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Education
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Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer. – Walter Scott

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Age
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Age
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The brain forgets much, but the lower back remembers everything. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

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Age

All diseases run into one, old age. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Age

I was equally in love with singing and acting from an early age. – Minnie Driver

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Age

No Congress ever has seen fit to amend the Constitution to address any issue related to marriage. No Constitutional Amendment was needed to ban polygamy or bigamy, nor was a Constitutional Amendment needed to set a uniform age of majority to ban child marriages. – Judy Biggert

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Age

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Love is all fun and games until someone loses an eye or gets pregnant. – Jim Cole

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Pregnancy

A man can only attain knowledge with the help of those who possess it. This must be understood from the very beginning. One must learn from him who knows. – George Gurdjieff

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Knowledge

My movie is born first in my head, dies on paper; is resuscitated by the living persons and real objects I use, which are killed on film but, placed in a certain order and projected on to a screen, come to life again like flowers in water. – Robert Bresson

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass. – John Steinbeck

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Change