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Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.
Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.
A boy doesn't have to go to war to be a hero; he can say he doesn't like pie when read more
A boy doesn't have to go to war to be a hero; he can say he doesn't like pie when he sees there isn't enough to go around.
What is our task? To make Britain a fit country for heroes to live in.
What is our task? To make Britain a fit country for heroes to live in.
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.
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.
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?
Nurture your mind with great thoughts; to believe in the heroic makes heroes
Nurture your mind with great thoughts; to believe in the heroic makes heroes
Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy -- common clay, if you like read more
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.
