That is to be great in what world, little or big, you move.

Fear nothing, no matter of what kind danger may be or whence it come.

The only real way to meet danger is to despise it--except with your brains.

Meet it in the gate, not the hall.
My kinsman, the name of my race and your own, worthily mingled in your own person, now rests with you! _Letter from Rupert Sent Leger_, 32 _Bodmin Street_, _Victoria_, _S.W._, _to Miss Janet MacKelpie_, _Croom_, _Ross-shire_.
_January_ 3, 1907.
MY DEAREST AUNT JANET, You will, I know, be rejoiced to hear of the great good-fortune which has come to me through the Will of Uncle Roger.

Perhaps Sir Colin will have written to you, as he is one of the executors, and there is a bequest to you, so I must not spoil his pleasure of telling you of that part himself.