Sorry– it’s a form of glory. 

Our story is our glory.

All glory rises out of the smoking ruins of humility.

Glory isn’t splendor; it’s every second of every pain free day. 

One glory is grandeur; another is simplicity. 

There is no glory in gory. 

The pursuit of glory is the highway to horror. 

All glory is found in someone loved. 

A priori doesn’t determine glory; eyesight does. 

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