Greatness does not need,
Great megaphones,
Nor flowers from hot houses,
For it grown,
Greatness stands quite well,
Just on its own,
You can't invent it,
Or its Light, disown,
Greatness can't be bought,
Or even taught,
It comes within the soul,
With which your born.
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A lovely observation, Sandra, and true. It goes contrary to what is commonly thought. I found this nice quote about greatness: Your greatness is measured by your kindness; your education and intellect by your modesty; your ignorance is betrayed by your suspicions and prejudices, and your real caliber is measured by the consideration and tolerance you have for others. William J. H. Boetcker