None Are Fit Judges Of Greatness But

Bright Was The Summer Of 1296. The War Which Had Desolated Scotland Was Then At An End.

None Are Fit Judges Of Greatness But Those Who Are Capable Of It.

Any Base Heart Can Devise Means Of Vileness, And Affix The Ugly Shapings Of Its Own Fancy To The Actions Of Those Around Him; But It Requires Loftiness Of Mind, And The Heaven-born Spirit Of Virtue, To Imagine Greatness Where It Is Not, And To Deck The Sordid Objects Of Nature In The Beautiful Robes Of Loveliness And Light.

The Best Manner Of Avenging Ourselves Is By Not Resembling Him Who Has Injured Us.

To Be Truly And Really Independent Is To Support Ourselves By Our Own Exertions.