Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad read more

Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising every time we fall.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising every time we fall.

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late

Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.

Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.

Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.

Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.
[Lat., Gloria virtutem tanquam umbra sequitur.]

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.
[Lat., Gloria virtutem tanquam umbra sequitur.]

Who pants for glory, finds but short repose;
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.

Who pants for glory, finds but short repose;
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.