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The brave find a home in every land.
[Lat., Omne solum forti patria est.]
The brave find a home in every land.
[Lat., Omne solum forti patria est.]
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.
The coward calls the brave man rash, the rash man calls him a coward.
The coward calls the brave man rash, the rash man calls him a coward.
The art of communication is the language of leadership.
The art of communication is the language of leadership.
There is no such thing as bravery; only degrees of fear.
There is no such thing as bravery; only degrees of fear.
It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of supersophisticated communication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.
It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of supersophisticated communication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.
Today, communication itself is the problem. We have become the world's first overcommunicated society. Each year we send more and read more
Today, communication itself is the problem. We have become the world's first overcommunicated society. Each year we send more and receive less.
We have more and more ways to communicate, as Thoreau noted, but less and less to say.
We have more and more ways to communicate, as Thoreau noted, but less and less to say.
The truly brave,
When they behold the brave oppressed with odds,
Are touched with a desire to read more
The truly brave,
When they behold the brave oppressed with odds,
Are touched with a desire to shield and save:--
A mixture of wild beasts and demi-gods
Are they--now furious as the sweeping wave,
Now moved with pity; even as sometimes nods
The rugged tree unto the summer wind,
Compassion breathes along the savage mind.
