Steven Pressfield Quotes

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.

Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?

The martyr cannot be dishonored, every lash inflicted is a tongue of flame, every prison a more illustrious abode.

Military glory—the attractive rainbow that rises in showers of blood.

A noble life, crowned with heroic death, rises above and outlives the pride and pomp and glory of the mightiest empire of the earth..

Heroes get remembered, but legends never die.

If kids remember me as a national hero, why would I mind? In fact, I'd give my right arm for that.

It surprised me, the feeling I got when I won the Oscar for 'Scent of a Woman.' It was a new feeling. I'd never felt it. I don't see my Oscar much now. But when I first got it, there was a feeling for weeks afterward that I guess is akin to winning a gold medal in the Olympics.

No hero is mortal till he dies.

He lives who dies to win a lasting name.

You shall hear a good account of me or of my death.

Glory is a heavy burden, a murdering poison, and to bear it is an art. And to have that art is rare.

Martyrdom is the only way a man can become famous without ability.

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.

Videogame players essentially choose whether to win the game or to die heroically. There's a certain glory in both.

Soldiers, you are naked, unfed; the government owes you much but has given you nothing. The patience and courage that you have shown among these rocks are admirable; but it brings you no glory—not a glimmer falls upon you. I will lead you into the most fertile plains in the world. Rich provinces, great cities will be in your power; there you will find honor, glory and riches.

This is the true glory, and long will it gleam upon our forward path.

The soldier going down and the cause of freedom never dies—immortality is his.

Brave men, and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.

Where valor proudly sleeps.

Another hand thy sword shall wield, Another hand the standard wave, Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy grave.

There's nothing noble about dying. Not even if you die for honor. Not even if you die the greatest hero the world ever saw. Not even if you're so great your name will never be forgotten and who's that great? The most important thing is your life, little guys. You're worth nothing dead except for speeches. There's nothing noble about dying. Not even if you die for honor. Not even if you die the greatest hero the world ever saw. Not even if you're so great your name will never be forgotten and who's that great? The most important thing is your life, little guys. You're worth nothing dead except for speeches.

A moth-eaten rag on a worm-eaten pole, It does not look likely to stir a man's soul. 'Tis the deeds that were done 'neath the moth-eaten rag, When the pole was a staff, and the rag was a flag.

As long as mankind shall continue to bestow more liberal applause on their destroyers than on their benefactors, the thirst of military glory will ever be the vice of the most exalted characters.