I hate the man who builds his name On ruins of another's fame. Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown, Imagine that they raise their own. Thus Scribblers, covetous of praise, Think slander can transplant the bays.

Those who in quarrels intepose Must often wipe a bloody nose.

And when a lady's in the case, You know all other things give place.

In every age and clime we see Two of a trade can never agree.

Honor ... means that a man is not exceptional; fame, that he is. Fame is something which must be won; honor, only something which must not be lost.

A military man can scarcely pride himself on having 'smitten a sleeping enemy'; it is more a matter of shame, simply, for the one smitten. I would rather you m…

It goes without saying that the most valuable asset of any profession is its collective reputation.