The most tragic thing in the world is a man of genius who is not also a man of honor.
Everyone knows that all these big proclamations about honor are really just excuses invented to let people kill each other with a clear conscience.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious-dear than life.
Let none presume to wear an undeserved dignity. O that estates, degrees, and offices, were not derived corruptly, and that clear honor were purchased by the merit of the wearer.
You wear your honor like a suit of armor, Stark. You think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down and make it hard for you to move.
The truth is, hardly any of us have ethical energy enough for more than one really inflexible point of honor.
For he’s honourable, and doubling that, most holy.
Thou art a fellow of good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it.
There is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.
There are no perfectly honorable men; but every true man has one main point of honor and a few minor ones.
The taste for splendor is hardly ever combined in the same souls with the taste for the honorable.[Le goût du faste ne s’associe guère dans les mêmes âmes avec celui de l’honnête.]
The painting is almost the natural man: For since dishonour traffics with man’s nature, he is but outside; these pencill’d figures are even such as they give out.
