Surviving is the only glory in war.

When you're in the battlefield, survival is all there is. Death is the only great emotion.

The fleet sailed to its war base in the North Sea, headed not so much for some rendezvous with glory as for rendezvous with discretion.

Willingness to be damned for the glory of God.

The glory dies not, and the grief is past.

The stars that have most glory have no rest.