 A leader is best when people barely know that he exists, not so good when people obey and acclaim him, worst when they despise him. Fail to honor people, They fail to honor you. But of a good leader, who talks little, when his work is done, his aims fulfilled, they will all say, “We did this ourselves.”
– Laozi / Lao-Tzu (604 BC-531 BC) |
Tag Archives: honor
Niccolò Machiavelli – Not titles that reflect honor
 For it is not titles that reflect honor on men, but men on their titles.
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Theodore Roosevelt – Loose and foul of tongue
 I ask you to remember that you cannot retain your self-respect if you are loose and foul of tongue, that a man who is to lead a clean and honorable life must inevitably suffer if his speech likewise is not clean and honorable.
– Theodore Roosevelt (1858-1919) |
Douglas MacArthur – Duty, Honor, Country.
 The Long Gray Line has never failed us. Were you to do so, a million ghosts in olive drab, in brown khaki, in blue and gray, would rise from their white crosses thundering those magic words: Duty, Honor, Country.
This does not mean that you are war mongers. On the contrary, the soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. – Douglas MacArthur (1880-1964) |
Niccolò Machiavelli – The duty of a man of honor to teach
| It is the duty of a man of honor to teach others the good which he has not been able to do himself because of the malignity of the times, that this good finally can be done by another more loved in heaven.
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Douglas MacArthur – My twilight is here
| The shadows are lengthening for me. The twilight is here. My days of old have vanished, tone and tint. They have gone glimmering through the dreams of things that were. Their memory is one of wondrous beauty, watered by tears, and coaxed and caressed by the smiles of yesterday. I listen vainly, but with thirsty ears, for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille, of far drums beating the long roll. In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
But in the evening of my memory, always I come back to West Point. Always there echoes and re-echoes: Duty, Honor, Country. – Douglas MacArthur (1880-1964) |
Joseph Addison – The post of honor
 Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, the post of honor Is a private station.
– Joseph Addison (1672-1719) |
