Adversity Is, To Me At Least, A

We Are Like The Herb Which Flourisheth Most When It Is Most Trampled On.

To The Timid And Hesitating Everything Is Impossible Because It Seems So.

Ridicule, The Weapon Of All Others Most Feared By Enthusiasts Of Every Description, And Which From Its Predominance Over Such Minds, Often Checks What Is Absurd, And Fully As Often Smothers That Which Is Noble.

The Race Of Mankind Would Perish Did They Cease To Aid Each Other. We Cannot Exist Without Mutual Help. All Therefore That Need Aid Have A Right To Ask It From Their Fellow-men; And No One Who Has The Power Of Granting Can Refuse It Without Guilt.

Where Is The Coward That Would Not Dare To Fight For Such A Land As Scotland?