As to be perfectly just is an attribute of the divine nature, to be so to the utmost of our abilities is the glory of man.
Let us not disdain glory too much; nothing is finer, except virtue.—The height of happiness would be to unite both in this life.
True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long.
Two things ought to teach us to think but meanly of human glory—that the very best have had their calumniators, and the very worst their panegyrists.
Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
By skillful conduct and artificial means a person may make a sort of name for himself; but if the inner jewel be wanting, all is vanity, and will not last.
Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
The glory of a people, and of an age, is always the work of a small number of great men, and disappears with them.
The shortest way to glory is to be guided by conscience.
He that first likened glory to a shadow, did better than he was aware of; they are both vain.—Glory, also, like the shadow, goes sometimes before the body, and sometimes in length infinitely exceeds it.
True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written; in writing what deserves to be read; and in so living as to make the world happier and better for our living in it.
Those great actions whose luster dazzles us are represented by politicians as the effects of deep design, whereas they are commonly the effects of caprice and passion.
Like madness is the glory of this life.
Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.—Without that, the conqueror is nought but the foist slave.
It is by what we ourselves have done, and not by what others have done for us, that we shall be remembered by after ages. It is by thought that has aroused the intellect from its slumbers, which has given luster to virtue and dignity to truth, or by those examples which have inflamed the soul with the love of goodness, and not by means of sculptured marble, that I hold communion with Shakespeare and Milton, with Johnson and Burke, with Howard and Wilberforce.