And I now close in recalling to you one of the old Olympic Torch games. Each contestant started in the race with a lighted torch in his hand, and the winner was the youth – not the one who arrived first at the goal – but he who first reached the goal with the torch still burning brightly.
The beauty and symmetry of this restriction as touching life I leave to every man to apply and to take to his own discerning heart. To-day, as in that far-off time, the real winner is not the man who first arrives, whom the world so shallowly regards as first in the race, in terms of wealth, station, garish honours or other false standards of success.
Many a man has thus arrived apparently triumphant, but with his torch extinguished in irredeemiable gloom; the torch of health, the torch of honour, the torch of domestic bliss or of parental joy. The true winner, the real winner, is he who pressed earnestly, even passionately to the goal; who has safely guarded the sacred flame, and who has held high to the end of the torch of health, the torch of honour, the torch of true fellowship, the torch of precious friends of his hour and day, the torch of everything that enriches life, and, what an encouraging thought, that in such a race every contestant may, if he so strives, win some prize.
An address made by the Chief Justice of Ontario in 1934 (from Richard Pound’s Quotations for the Fast Lane)
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