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My honour was not yielded, but conquered merely.

We triumph without glory when we conquer without danger.

The first and greatest victory is to conquer yourself; to be conquered by yourself is of all things most shameful and vile.

Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.

Woe to the conquered.

We fought no better, perhaps, than they. We exhibited, perhaps, no higher individual qualities.

We shall suffer no attachment to literature, no taste for abstract discussion, no love of purely intellectual theories, to seduce us from our devotion to the cause of the oppressed, the down trodden, the insulted and injured masses of our fellow men.

Poetry allies itself with beauty - a supreme union - but never uses it as its ultimate goal or sole nourishment.

Dignity belongs to the conquered.