“Honor modesty more than your life.”

Words are the physicians of a mind diseased.

Know not to revere human things too much.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

Take courage; pain’s extremity soon ends.

If a man should wanton walk with crime, he shall find in death no great deliverance.

Suffering brings experience.

I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death.

You shall learn, though late, the lesson of how to be discreet.

In every tyrant’s heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

Nothing forces us to know, What we do not want to know except pain.

Everyone is ready to speak ill of a stranger.

Time brings all things to pass.

There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.

Do not labor uselessly at what helps not at all.

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one’s life.

The future you shall know when it has come; before then, forget it.

I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.

The lesson this teaches and which every Afro-American should ponder well, is that a Winchester rifle should have a place of honor in every black home, and it should be used for that protection which the law refuses to give.

Honor is the presence of God in man.

A Winchester rifle should have a place of honor in every black home.

I remember I took a music course in junior year of high school, and some girl brought in ‘Teardrops On My Guitar,’ and she was like, ‘Isn’t this song great?’ And everyone was like, ‘Who’s Taylor Swift?’ And now, every time I listen to Taylor Swift, I remember that moment.

I cannot turn down this incredible honor twice.

Any person of honor chooses rather to lose his honor than to lose his conscience.

The man or nation of high culture may acknowledge to great lengths the restraints imposed by conventions and honour, but beyond a certain point, primitive will or desire cannot be curbed.