I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.

"The real glory is being knocked to your knees and then coming back. That's real glory. That's the essence of it."

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

God is not willing to do everything, and thus take away our free will and that share of glory which belongs to us.

Its like a finger pointing away to the moon. Don't concentrate on the finger or you will miss all that heavenly glory.

Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.