My belt holds my pants up, but the belt loops hold my belt up. I don't really know what's happening read more

My belt holds my pants up, but the belt loops hold my belt up. I don't really know what's happening down there. Who is the real hero?

Worship of a hero is transcendent admiration of a great man.

Worship of a hero is transcendent admiration of a great man.

But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds read more

But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word,
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.

Rarely do they appear great before their valets.
[Fr., Rarement ils sont grands vis-a-vis de leur
valets-de-chambre.]

Rarely do they appear great before their valets.
[Fr., Rarement ils sont grands vis-a-vis de leur
valets-de-chambre.]

We have no right to express an opinion until we know all of the answers.

We have no right to express an opinion until we know all of the answers.

Sometimes when a person cannot answer directly to your question, probably the answer is too painful for u to know read more

Sometimes when a person cannot answer directly to your question, probably the answer is too painful for u to know or too hard for them to admit.

Sometimes we know the answers to our questions yet we still ask. Why? Its because the answers we know are read more

Sometimes we know the answers to our questions yet we still ask. Why? Its because the answers we know are the answers we cannot bear to admit.

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit read more

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him o'er the dead.
. . . .
The flames roll'd on--he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

Ferryman ho! In the night so black
Hark to the clank of iron;
'Tis heroes of the read more

Ferryman ho! In the night so black
Hark to the clank of iron;
'Tis heroes of the Yser,
'Tis sweethearts of glory,
'Tis lads who are unafraid!
Ferryman ho!