Glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

There is a fountain fill'd with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.

Thus happiness depends, as Nature shows, Less on exterior things than most suppose.

Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.

Honor ... means that a man is not exceptional; fame, that he is. Fame is something which must be won; honor, only something which must not be lost.

A military man can scarcely pride himself on having 'smitten a sleeping enemy'; it is more a matter of shame, simply, for the one smitten. I would rather you m…

Popularity is a crime from the moment it is sought; it is only a virtue where men have it whether they will or no.