He who would pass his declining years with honor and comfort, should, when young, consider that he may one day become old, and remember when he is old, that he has once been young.
Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Better to die ten thousand deaths than wound my honor.
It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.
Honor is like a steep island without a shore: one cannot return once one is outside.
Nothing so completely baffles one who is full of trick and duplicity himself, than straightforward and simple integrity in another.
Morality regulates the acts of man as a private individual; honor, his acts as a public man.
The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
Victis honor Honour to the vanquished
Where there is no shame, there is no honor.
Honour and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Honor has not to be won; it must only not be lost.
Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? How then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word? Honour. What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday.
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed.
The truth is, hardly any of us have ethical energy enough for more than one really inflexible point of honor.
