Oh my people, please! There are no heroes. The heroes are the ones on the streets. The heroes are each and every one of us. The time when one hero would ride his horse to lead the masses is long gone.
—WAEL GHONEIM, February 7, 2011
And thus, on every side beset with foes,
The goaded land waxed mad; the crimes of few
Spread into madness of the many; blasts
From hell came sanctified like airs from heaven.
—WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, “The Prelude”