He walks, and the dust knows his footsteps, not out of arrogance, but out of pride, for he does not accept anything less than the summit as his dwelling place. The man who cherishes his dignity sees pride in hunger and honor in fatigue. His word is a sword, and his gaze is a mirror of his clear soul. He does not sell his principles in the market of passersby, nor does he bow down to anyone but his Creator. If he gives, it is generosity if he promises, it is a covenant; and if he loves, it is eternal loyalty
