Sacrifice, which is the passion of great souls, has never been the law of societies.
Sacrifice still exists everywhere, and everywhere the elect of each generation suffers for the salvation of the rest.
Sacrifice is nothing other than the production of sacred things.
In this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich.
No fine work can be done without concentration and self-sacrifice and toil and doubt.
He who never sacrificed a present to a future good or a personal to a general one can speak of happiness only as the blind do of colors.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
The key to faith is what we are willing to sacrifice to obtain it.
To gain that which is worth having, it may be necessary to lose everything else.
Sweat plus sacrifice equals success.
In everyday things the law of sacrifice takes the form of positive duty.
The mice which helplessly find themselves between the cats teeth acquire no merit from their enforced sacrifice.
The stern hand of fate has scourged us to an elevation where we can see the great everlasting things which matter for a nation -- the great peaks we had forgotten, of Honor, Duty, Patriotism, and clad in glittering white, the great pinnacle of Sacrifice pointing like a rugged finger to Heaven.
We can offer up much in the large, but to make sacrifices in little things is what we are seldom equal to.
There is no moral authority like that of sacrifice.
Great achievement is usually born of great sacrifice, and is never the result of selfishness.
The remarkable thing is that we really love our neighbor as ourselves: we do unto others as we do unto ourselves. We hate others when we hate ourselves. We are tolerant toward others when we tolerate ourselves. We forgive others when we forgive ourselves. We are prone to sacrifice others when we are ready to sacrifice ourselves.
One-half of knowing what you want is knowing what you must give up before you get it.
There's only one effectively redemptive sacrifice, the sacrifice of self-will to make room for the knowledge of God.
If anyone is crazy enough to want to kill a president of the United States, he can do it. All he must be prepared to do is give his life for the president s.
When looking at any significant work of art, remember that a more significant one probably has had to be sacrificed.
A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
The whole earth, perpetually steeped in blood, is nothing but an immense altar on which every living thing must be sacrificed without end, without restraint, without respite until the consummation of the world, the extinction of evil, the death of death.
No sacrifice short of individual liberty, individual self-respect, and individual enterprise is too great a price to pay for permanent peace.
The whole point of a sacrifice is that you give up something you never really wanted in the first place. People are doing it around you all the time. They give up their careers, say -- or their beliefs -- or sex.
As soon as sacrifice becomes a duty and necessity to mankind. I see no limit to the horizon which opens before him.
No idea can succeed except at the expense of sacrifice; no one ever escapes without enduring strain from the struggle of life.
In olden times, sacrifices were made at the altar, a practice which is still very much practiced.
Only he can understand what a farm is, what a country is, who shall have sacrificed part of himself to his farm or country, fought to save it, struggled to make it beautiful. Only then will the love of farm or country fill his heart.
Nothing so much enhances a good as to make sacrifices for it.
It is a clear gain to sacrifice pleasure in order to avoid pain.
Humanitarianism consists in never sacrificing a human being to a purpose.
Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his friends for his life.
The pig and the chicken were on their way to breakfast, trying to decide what to have. When chicken said, Let's have ham and eggs. The pig then replied, That's fine for you, it's a small donation on your part, but it's a total sacrifice for me.
Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O. When may it suffice?
The universe is so vast and ageless that the life of one man can only be measured by the size of his sacrifice.