I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.
To be selected was an honor, and in respect of the family member chosen to run, families held feasts and gave away prized beaver coats, quilled tobacco bags and buffalo hides.
Our own heart, and not other men’s opinions form our true honor.
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
To one who loves his country in all its parts, it is natural to rejoice in whatever contributes to the prosperity and honor and marks the stability and progress of any portion of its people.
I would prefer even to fail with honor than win by cheating.
Honor is but an empty bubble.
The vote is a trust more delicate than any other, for it involves not just the interests of the voter, but his life, honor and future as well.
Feminists don’t honor successful women. You never hear them talking about Margaret Thatcher. Take Condoleezza Rice. She’s a remarkable, successful woman. You don’t hear the feminists talk about her or Carly Fiorina or Jeanne Kirkpatrick.
I am faithfully devoted to the Republic but will not serve it at the expense of my conscience and my honor.