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.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit read more

True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long.

Glory is a heavy burden, a murdering poison, and to bear it is an art. And to have that art read more

Glory is a heavy burden, a murdering poison, and to bear it is an art. And to have that art is rare.

Glory is never where virtue is not.
[Fr., La gloire n'est jamais ou la vertu n'est pas.]

Glory is never where virtue is not.
[Fr., La gloire n'est jamais ou la vertu n'est pas.]

Unless what we do is useful, our glory is vain.
[Lat., Nisi utile est quod facimus, stulta est gloria.]

Unless what we do is useful, our glory is vain.
[Lat., Nisi utile est quod facimus, stulta est gloria.]

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.

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.