One is hardly sensible of fatigue while he marches to music.
I should say sincerity, a deep, great, genuine sincerity, is the first characteristic of all men in any way heroic.
The Ideal is in thyself, the impediments too is in thyself.
The highest ensign that men ever met and embraced under, the Cross itself, had no meaning save an accidental extrinsic one.
Worship is transcendent wonder.
A thinking man is the worst enemy the Prince of Darkness can have; every time such an one announces himself, I doubt not there runs a shudder through the nether empire; and new emissaries are trained with new tactics, to, if possible, entrap and hoodwink and handcuff him.