You have no enemies, you say? Alas, my friend, the boast is poor.
He who has mingled in the fray of dutythat the brave endure, must have made foes.If you have none, small is the work that you have done.You've hit no traitor on the hip.You've dashed no cup from perjured lip.You've never turned the wrong to right.You've been a coward in the fight.
[In scientific research,] march away from the sound of the guns.
Observe from a distance, but do not join the fray. Make a fray of your own.
He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the work that you have done.
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
Last Update: January, 2020