Many among men are they who set high the show of honor, yet break justice.
....it cannot be called ingenuity to kill one's fellow citizens, to betray friends, to be without faith, without mercy, without religion; by these means one can aquire power but not glory.
Be not with honor's gilded baits beguil'd, Nor think ambition wise, because 'tis brave; For though we like it, as a forward child, 'Tis so unsound, her cradle is the grave.
The liar was the hottest to defend his veracity, the coward his courage, the ill-bred his gentlemanliness, and the cad his honor
No one ever lost his honor, except he who had it not.
Honor's a thing too subtle for wisdom; if honor lie in eating, he's right honorable.
Such kings of shreds have wooed and won her, Such crafty knaves her laurel owned, It has become almost an honor Not to be crowned.
Dead men hear no tales; posthumous fame is an Irish bull.
Money is both the generation and corruption of purchased honor; honor is both the child and slave of potent money: the credit which honor hath lost, money hath found. When honor grew mercenary, money grew honorable. The way to be truly noble is to contemn both.
The honor we receive from those that fear us, is not honor; those respects are paid to royalty and not to me.
When evil acts in the world it always manages to find instruments who believe that what they do is not evil but honorable.
It is an honor that I have neither earned nor deserved
Of what violences, murders, depredations, have not the epic poets, from all antiquity, been the occasion, by propagating false honor, false glory, and false religion?
Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity.
