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 honor or observation.
Walter ScottIn the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.
Walter ScottA glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.
Walter Scott