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.