A medal glitters, but it also casts a shadow.
They feed the crocodile in the hope that he will eat them last.
Writing a book is an adventure.
Mountaintops inspire leaders but valleys mature them.
There is not much collective security in a flock of sheep on the way to the butcher.
Civilisation will not last, freedom will not survive, peace will not be kept, unless a very large majority of mankind unite together to defend them and show themselves possessed of a constabulary power before which barbaric and atavistic forces will stand in awe.