Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy--common clay, if you like--eating, breeding, workin...g, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the others--the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
'Tis on the living Envy feeds. She silent grows When, after death, man's honor is his guard.... So I, when on the pyre consumed I lie, Shall live, for all that's noblest will survive.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We assume that politicians are without honor. We read their statements trying to crack the code. The scandals of their politics: n...ot so much that men in high places lie, only that they do so with such indifference, so endlessly, still expecting to be believed. We are accustomed to the contempt inherent in the political lie.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Lord Angelo is precise, Stands at a guard with envy, scarce confesses... That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone. Hence shall we see If power change purpose, what our seemers be.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon,... Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the locks.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »