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.
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It's true that heroes are inspiring, but mustn't they also do some rescuing if they are to be worthy of read more
It's true that heroes are inspiring, but mustn't they also do some rescuing if they are to be worthy of their name? Would Wonder Woman matter if she only sent commiserating telegrams to the distressed?
No heroine can create a hero through love of one, but she can give birth to one.
No heroine can create a hero through love of one, but she can give birth to one.
What with making their way and enjoying what they have won, heroes have no time to think. But the sons read more
What with making their way and enjoying what they have won, heroes have no time to think. But the sons of heroes -- ah, they have all the necessary leisure.
What is a society without a heroic dimension?
What is a society without a heroic dimension?
In war the heroes always outnumber the soldiers ten to one.
In war the heroes always outnumber the soldiers ten to one.
Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story.
Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story.
Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.
Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.
We can't all be heroes, because somebody has to sit on the curb and applaud when they go by.
We can't all be heroes, because somebody has to sit on the curb and applaud when they go by.
You lived too long, we have supped full with heroes, they waste their deaths on us.
You lived too long, we have supped full with heroes, they waste their deaths on us.
