Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of read more

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.

Glory is a heavy burden, a murdering poison, and to bear it is an art. And to have that art read more

Glory is a heavy burden, a murdering poison, and to bear it is an art. And to have that art is rare.

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.

The paths of glory at least lead to the grave, but the paths of duty may not get you any read more

The paths of glory at least lead to the grave, but the paths of duty may not get you any where.

True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written; in writing what deserves to be read; and in so read more

True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written; in writing what deserves to be read; and in so living as to make the world happier and better for our living in it.

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.
[Lat., Gloria virtutem tanquam umbra sequitur.]

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.
[Lat., Gloria virtutem tanquam umbra sequitur.]

There is no road of flowers leading to glory

There is no road of flowers leading to glory

Most dreams of glory are safe because we never venture to put them into practice.

Most dreams of glory are safe because we never venture to put them into practice.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.