None Are Fit Judges Of

Imparting Knowledge Is Only Lighting Other Men's Candles At Our Lamp Without Depriving Ourselves Of Any Flame.

The Mob Is A Sort Of Bear; While Your Ring Is Through Its Nose, It Will Even Dance Under Your Cudgel; But Should The Ring Slip, And You Lose Your Hold, The Brute Will Turn And Rend You.

Guilt Is A Spiritual Rubicon.

The Best Manner Of Avenging Ourselves Is By Not Resembling Him Who Injured Us; And It Is Hardly Possible For One Man To Be More Unlike Another Than He That Forbears To Avenge Himself Of Wrong Is To Him Who Did The Wrong.

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