Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy -- common clay, if you like -- eating, breeding, working, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the others -- the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes.
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Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.
Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.
Nurture your mind with great thoughts; to believe in the heroic makes heroes.
Nurture your mind with great thoughts; to believe in the heroic makes heroes.
Every hero becomes a bore at last.
Every hero becomes a bore at last.
Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.
Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.
There are new words now that excuse everybody. Give me the good old days of heroes and villains. the people read more
There are new words now that excuse everybody. Give me the good old days of heroes and villains. the people you can bravo or hiss. There was a truth to them that all the slick credulity of today cannot touch.
What is a society without a heroic dimension?
What is a society without a heroic dimension?
