The Best Manner Of Avenging Ourselves Is

Happiness Is Not Perfected Until It Is Shared.

The Only Impregnable Citadel Of Virtue Is Religion; For There Is No Bulwark Of Mere Morality, Which Some Temptation May Not Overtop Or Undermine, And Destroy.

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

Be Shocking, Be Daring, Be Bold, Be Passionate.

Happiness Is A Sunbeam Which May Pass Through A Thousand Bosoms Without Losing A Particle Of Its Original Ray; Nay, When It Strikes On A Kindred Heart, Like The Converged Light On A Mirror, It Reflects Itself With Redoubled Brightness. It Is Not Perfected Till It Is Shared.