Imparting Knowledge Is Only Lighting

Yet Happiness Isn't Something You Chase, It's Something You Are. It's Something You Think, It's Something You Believe.

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

It Is Not Designed That The Road Should Be Made Too Smooth For Us Here Upon Earth.

Our Griefs, As Well As Our Joys, Owe Their Strongest Colors To Our Imaginations. There Is Nothing So Grievous To Be Borne That Pondering Upon It Will Not Make It Heavier; And There Is No Pleasure So Vivid That The Animation Of Fancy Cannot Liven It.

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