C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


Glory is priceless.


True glory is a flame lighted at the skies.

Horace Mann.

Glory is the fair child of peril.


Glory grows guilty of detested crimes.


No flowery road leads to glory.

La Fontaine.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.


Alas! how difficult it is to retain glory!


Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.


For what is glory but the blaze of fame?


The glory dies not, and the grief is past.


We rise in glory as we sink in pride.


His glory now lies buried in the dust.


Nothing is so expensive as glory.

Sydney Smith.

This goin’ ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetur.


A field of glory is a field for all.


Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!


Like madness is the glory of this life.


So may a glory from defect arise.

Robert Browning.

Fame points the course, and glory leads the way.


  • Glory, the casual gift of thoughtless crowds!
  • Glory, the bribe of avaricious virtue!
  • Johnson.

    Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fire the greatest smoke.


    Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.


    Glory is a poison, good to be taken in small doses.


    The love of glory can only create a great hero; the contempt of it creates a great man.


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

    Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.


    Unless what we do is useful, our glory is vain.


    Glory long has made the sages smile; ’tis something, nothing, words, illusion, wind.


    I am climbing a difficult road; but the glory gives me strength.


  • Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright;
  • But look’d too near, have neither heat nor light.
  • Webster.

    The smoke of glory is not worth the smoke of a pipe.

    George Sand.

    Glory can be for a woman but the brilliant morning of happiness.

    Mme. de Staël.

    The sweetness of glory is so great that, join it to what we will, even to death, we love it.


    Men are guided less by conscience than by glory; and yet the shortest way to glory is to be guided by conscience.

    Henry Home.

    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.


    Glory fills the world with virtue, and, like a beneficent sun, covers the whole earth with flowers and with fruits.


    The glory of a people and of an age is always the work of a small number of great men, and disappears with them.

    Baron de Grimm.

    Real glory springs from the quiet conquest of ourselves; and without that the conqueror is nought but the first slave.


    True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretenses, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long.


    Let us not disdain glory too much—nothing is finer except virtue. The height of happiness would be to unite both in this life.


    Glory is safe when it is deserved; it is not so with popularity; one lasts like a mosaic, the other is effaced like a crayon drawing.


    The pure soul shall mount on native wings,… and cut a path into the heaven of glory.


  • ’Twas glory once to be a Roman;She makes it glory, now, to be a man.
  • Bayard Taylor.

    Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.


    Glory darts her soul-pervading ray on thrones and cottages, regardless still of all the artificial nice distinctions vain human customs make.

    Hannah More.

    The shortest way to arrive at glory should be to do that for conscience which we do for glory.


  • Our glories float between the earth and heaven
  • Like clouds which seem pavilions of the sun,
  • And are the playthings of the casual wind.
  • Bulwer-Lytton.

    To a father who loves his children victory has no charms. When the heart speaks, glory itself is an illusion.

    Napoleon I.

    Glory is a shroud that posterity often tears from the shoulders of those who wore it when living.


  • Glory is like a circle in the water,
  • Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
  • Till, by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
  • Shakespeare.

    The road to glory would cease to be arduous if it were trite and trodden; and great minds must be ready not only to take opportunities but to make them.


    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.

    La Rochefoucauld.

    I have ventured like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, this many summers in a sea of glory, but far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride at length broke under me.


  • Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
  • To all the sensual world proclaim,
  • One crowded hour of glorious life
  • Is worth an age without a name.
  • Scott.

    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.


    There are two things which ought to teach us to think but meanly of human glory; the very best have had their calumniators, the very worst their panegyrists.


  • Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
  • Hark! Hark! what myriads bid you rise!
  • Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,
  • Behold their tears and hear their cries!
  • Rouget de l’Isle.

    Is death more cruel from a private dagger than in the field from murdering swords of thousands? Or does the number slain make slaughter glorious?


    Glory relaxes often and debilitates the mind; censure stimulates and contracts—both to an extreme. Simple fame is, perhaps, the proper medium.


  • Gashed with honourable scars,
  • Low in Glory’s lap they lie;
  • Though they fell, they fell like stars,
  • Streaming splendour through the sky.
  • Montgomery.

    He that first likened glory to a shadow did better than he was aware of. They are both of them things excellently vain. Glory also, like a shadow, goes sometimes before the body, and sometimes in length infinitely exceeds it.


    There is but one thing necessary to keep the possession of true glory, which is to hear the opposers of it with patience, and preserve the virtue which it was acquired.


    Glory is sometimes a low courtesan who on the road entices many who did not think of her. They are astonished to obtain favors without having done anything to deserve them.

    Prince de Ligne.

    Who is it that does not voluntarily exchange his health, his repose, and his very life for reputation and glory? The most useless, frivolous, and false coin that passes current among us.


    Individuals may wear for a time the glory of our institutions, but they carry it not to the grave with them. Like raindrops from heaven, they may pass through the circle of the shining bow and add to its luster; but when they have sunk in the earth again, the proud arch still spans the sky and shines gloriously on.

    James A. Garfield.

    The shortest way to arrive at glory should be to do that for conscience which we do for glory. And the virtue of Alexander appears to me with much less vigor in his theater than that of Socrates in his mean and obscure employment. I can easily conceive Socrates in the place of Alexander, but Alexander in that of Socrates I cannot.


    Wood burns because it has the proper stuff for that purpose in it; and a man becomes renowned because he has the necessary stuff in him. Renown is not to be sought, and all pursuit of it is vain. A person may, indeed, by skillful conduct and various artificial means, make a sort of name for himself; but if the inner jewel is wanting, all is vanity, and will not last a day.


  • What is glory? what is fame?
  • The echo of a long-lost name;
  • A breath, an idle hour’s brief talk;
  • The shadow of an arrant naught;
  • A flower that blossoms for a day,
  • Dying next morrow;
  • A stream that hurries on its way,
  • Singing of sorrow.
  • Motherwell.

    Those who start for human glory, like the mettled hounds of Actæon, must pursue the game not only where there is in path, but where there is none. They must be able to simulate and dissimulate; to leap and to creep; to conquer the earth like Cæsar, or to fall down and kiss it like Brutus; to throw their sword like Brennus into the trembling scale, or, like Nelson, to snatch the laurels from the doubtful hand of Victory, while she is hesitating where to bestow them.


  • The muffled drum’s sad roll has beat
  • The soldier’s last tattoo;
  • No more on Life’s parade shall meet
  • The brave and fallen few.
  • On Fame’s eternal camping-ground
  • Their silent tents are spread,
  • And Glory guards, with solemn round
  • The bivouac of the dead.
  • Theodore O’Hara.