HONOR
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The man whom the king delighteth to honour.—Bible, Esther 6:6
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Honour has come back, as a king, to earth,
And paid his subjects with a royal wage;
And Nobleness walks in our ways again;
And we have come into our heritage.—RUPERT BROOKE, The Dead
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The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip
To haud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honour grip,
Let that ay be your border.—BURNS, Epistle to a Young Friend
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Two men I honour, and no third. First, the toilworn craftsman that with earth-made implement laboriously conquers the earth, and makes her man's. . . . A second man I honour, and still more highly: Him who is seen toiling for the spiritually indispensable; not daily bread, but the bread of life.—CARLYLE, Sartor Resartus
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My honour is dearer to me than my life.—CERVANTES, Don Quixote
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Solon gave the following advice: "Consider your honour, as a gentleman, of more weight than an oath."—DIOGENES LAERTIUS, Solon
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One that will not plead that cause wherein his tongue must be confuted by his conscience.—THOMAS FULLER, Holy and Profane State
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Honour is to be useful without vanity.—ARTHUR KOESTLER, Darkness at Noon
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There could be no honour in a sure success, but much might be wrested from a sure defeat.—LAWRENCE OF ARABIA, Revolt in the Desert
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To die with honour when one can no longer live with honour.—J. L. LONG, Madam Butterfly
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National honor is national property of the highest value.—JAMES MONROE
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It is a worthier thing to deserve honour, than to possess it.—Proverb
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Honour and profit will not keep in one sack.Proverb
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What is left when honour is lost?—PUBLILIUS SYRUS, Sententiae
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This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.—SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet
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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. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. It is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism.—SHAKESPEARE, Henry IV
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But if it be a sin to covet honour I am the most offending soul alive.—SHAKESPEARE, Henry V
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For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men.—SHAKESPEARE, Julius Caesar
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Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.—SHAKESPEARE, Julius Caesar
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Mine honour is my life; both grow in one;
Take honour from me, and my life is done.—SHAKESPEARE, Richard II
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And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.—SHAKESPEARE, The Taming of the Shrew
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Truly, to tell lies is not honourable
But when the truth entails tremendous ruin,
To speak dishonourably is pardonable.—SOPHOCLES, Creusa
- The shackles of an old love straitened him,
His honour rooted in dishonour stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.—TENNYSON, Idylls of the King
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