Walter Scott, Rob Roy Quotes
In the wide pile, by others heeded not, Hers was one sacred solitary spot, Whose gloomy aisles and bending shelves containFor moral hunger food, and cures for moral pain.
No word of commiseration can make a burden feel one feather's weight lighter to the slave who must carry it.
Wounds sustained for the sake of conscience carry their own balsam with the blow.
