Kill reverence and you've killed the hero in man.

Perhaps the final hour is come I have left no testament Only a pen, for my mother I am no hero in an age without heroes I just want to be a man.

To go against the dominant thinking of your friends, of most of the people you see every day, is perhaps the most difficult act of heroism you can have.

In real life the greatest heroes are often found among the plainest people.

There is more heroism in self-denial than in deeds of arms.

A hero is one who does what he can.

The grandest of heroic deeds are those which are performed within four walls and in domestic privacy.

Heroes: Fanatics who succeed.

I hate to see a hero fail. There are so few of them ... Without heroes we're all plain people and don't know how far we can go.

Some men are heroes by nature in that they will give all that is in them without regard to the effort or to the personal returns.

Too much has been said of the heroes of history-the strong men, the troublesome men; too little of the amiable, the kindly, the tolerant.

He who does his duty is a hero, whether anyone rewards him for it or not.

No man is a hero to his valet.

The hero saves us. Praise the hero! Now, who will save us from the hero?

Everyone who does the best he can is a hero.

The world's battlefields have been in the heart chiefly, and there the greatest heroism has been secretly exercised.

Within the Arab circle there is a role wandering aimlessly in search of a hero. For some reason it seems to me that this role is beckoning to us-to move, to take up its lines, put on its costumes and give it life. Indeed, we are the only ones who can play it. The role is to spark the tremendous latent strengths in the region surrounding us to create a great power, which will then rise up to a level of dignity and undertake a positive part in building the future of mankind.

Where are now the warriors of the world of the spirit? Where are those who raise their voices for truth, who lead us to goodness, beauty, strength and health? Where are those who utter heartwarming words, who will lead us out of the wilderness? Our homes are gone and the nation is destroyed, yet we have no Jeremiah crying out his last sad song to the world and to posterity.

But in the hero ne'er forget the man.

God is preparing his heroes; and when the opportunity comes, he can fit them into their places in a moment, and the world will wonder where they came from.