A Sword’s Honour Is Its Idleness
A sword’s honour is its idleness.
A sword’s honour is its idleness.
Who loses honour won’t ever find it.
A hundred years cannot repair a moment’s loss of honour.
Honours change manners.
The post of honour is the post of danger.
A courtier should be without feeling and without honour.
He who lives without discipline dies without honour.
Guard your honor from your youth, and your weapons once you’ve got them in hand.
Honor goes to god; the priests get the bacon.
A Man May Live After Losing His Life But Not After Losing His Honour.
Where there is no honour there is no dishonour.
Beauty is of no value when honour is lost.