The hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart he eats; Chambers of the great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails.
In the world’s broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife.
A man not perfect, but of heart So high, of such heroic rage, That even his hopes became a part Of earth’s eternal heritage.
Aspire rather to be a hero than merely appear one.
Nurture your minds with great thoughts, to believe in the heroic makes heroes.
Take away ambitions and vanity, and where will be your heroes and patriots?
Heroism – the divine relation which, in all times, unites a great man to other men.
Self-truth is the essence of heroism.
Heroes are created by popular demand, sometimes out of the scantiest materials.
The size of the villain determines the size of the hero. Without Goliath, David is just some punk throwing rocks.