That grief is the most durable which flows inward, and buries its streams with its fountain, in the depths of the heart.

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.

Bright was the summer of 1296. The war which had desolated Scotland was then at an end.

The best manner of avenging ourselves is by not resembling him who has injured us.

That grief is the most durable which flows inward, and buries its streams with its fountain, in the depths of the heart.

The flatterer easily insinuates himself into the closet, while honest merit stands shivering in the hall or antechamber.

none are fit judges of greatness but those who are capable of it.