The Pure In Heart Are Slow To

People Do Not Always Understand The Motives Of Sublime Conduct, And When They Are Astonished They Are Very Apt To Think They Ought To Be Alarmed The Truth Is None Are Fit Judges Of Greatness But Those Who Are Capable Of It.

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

The Pure In Heart Are Slow To Credit Calumnies, Because They Hardly Comprehend What Motives Can Be Inducements To The Alleged Crimes.

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.

The Doubts Of Love Are Never To Be Wholly Overcome; They Grow With Its Various Anxieties, Timidities, And Tenderness, And Are The Very Fruits Of The Reverence In Which The Admired Object Is Beheld.