Sacrifice, which is the passion of great souls, has never been the law of societies.

Sacrifice, which is the passion of great souls, has never been the law of societies.

The sacrifice which causes sorrow to the doer of the sacrifice is no sacrifice. Real sacrifice lightens the mind of read more

The sacrifice which causes sorrow to the doer of the sacrifice is no sacrifice. Real sacrifice lightens the mind of the doer and gives him a sense of peace and joy. The Buddha gave up the pleasures of life because they had become painful to him.

Sacrifices are concerned with the feelings of devotion and longing.

Sacrifices are concerned with the feelings of devotion and longing.

One-half of knowing what you want is knowing what you must give up before you get it.

One-half of knowing what you want is knowing what you must give up before you get it.

A man must be sacrificed now and again To provide for the next generation of men.

A man must be sacrificed now and again To provide for the next generation of men.

There are plenty of teams in every sport that have great players andnever win titles. Most of the time, those read more

There are plenty of teams in every sport that have great players andnever win titles. Most of the time, those players aren't willing tosacrifice for the greater good of the team. The funny thing is, inthe end, their unwillingness to sacrifice only makes individualgoals more difficult to achieve. One thing I believe to the fullestis that if you think and achieve as a team, the individual accoladeswill take care of themselves. Talent wins games, but teamwork andintelligence win championships.

Good manners are made up of petty sacrifices.

Good manners are made up of petty sacrifices.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

We humans do, when the cause is sufficient, spend our lives. We throw ourselves onto the grenade to save our read more

We humans do, when the cause is sufficient, spend our lives. We throw ourselves onto the grenade to save our buddies in the foxhole. We rise out of the trenches and charge the entreched enemy and die like maggots under a blowtorch. We strap bombs on our bodies and blow ourselves up in the midst of our enemies. We are, when the cause is sufficient, insane.