Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.

The fire of glory is the torch of the mind.

The fire of glory is the torch of the mind.

Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.

Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.

The first in glory, as the first in place.

The first in glory, as the first in place.

Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail.

Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail.

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.

The glory dies not, and the grief is past.

The glory dies not, and the grief is past.