The honor of a nation is its life.

The nation which can prefer disgrace to danger is prepared for a master and deserves one.

What more you expect from a nation that honors a barbarian.

Worthless is the nation that does not gladly stake its all on its honor.

I resented the idea of being talented. I couldn’t respect it — in my experience, no one else did. Being called talented at school had only made me a target for resentment. I wanted to work. Work, I could honor.

decency.