Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
No pain, no palm no thorns, no throne no gall, no glory, no glory no cross, no crown.
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. Ye fea
Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends.
Our greatest glory consists not in never failing, but in rising every time we fall.
The world pins no medals on you because of what you know, but it may crown you with glory and riches for what you do.
The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding go out to meet it.
The man who is completely wise and virtuous has no need of glory, except so far as it disposes and eases his way to action by the greater trust that it procures him.
For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
Riches, like glory or heath, have no more beauty or pleasure than their possessor is pleased to lend them.
But beauty seen is never lost, God???s colors all are fast; The glory of this sunset heaven Into my soul has passed???..