Human dignity is more precious than prestige.

If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, If we must die, O let us nobly die.

Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each flat, but to each indifferent, Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.

Human dignity is more precious than prestige.

I know the dark delight of being strange, The penalty of difference in the crowd, The loneliness of wisdom among fools.

If we must die, O let us nobly die.

It's when you are down that you learn about your faults.