william-butler-yeats

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.

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.