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Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy -- common clay, if you like read more
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.
Firemen are going to get killed. When they join the department they face that fact. When a man becomes a read more
Firemen are going to get killed. When they join the department they face that fact. When a man becomes a fireman his greatest act of bravery has been accomplished. What he does after that is all in the line of work. They were not thinking of getting killed when they went where death lurked. They went there to put the fire out, and got killed. Firefighters do not regard themselves as heroes because they do what the business requires.
What is our task? To make Britain a fit country for heroes to live in.
What is our task? To make Britain a fit country for heroes to live in.
What is a society without a heroic dimension?
What is a society without a heroic dimension?
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.
Be your own hero, it's cheaper than a movie ticket.
Be your own hero, it's cheaper than a movie ticket.
Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story.
Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story.
..one of the strongest motives that lead men to art and science is escape from everyday life with its painful read more
..one of the strongest motives that lead men to art and science is escape from everyday life with its painful crudity and hopeless dreariness, from the fetters of one's own ever-shifting desires. A finely tempered nature longs to escape from the personal life into the world of objective perception and thought
