Life does not have meaning through mere existence or acquisition or fun. The meaning of life is inherent in the connections we make to others through honor and obligation.

Somehow we've even developed the notion that a woman who seeks to meet her husband's needs is subservient (but a husband who fails to meet his wife's needs is a pig.)

My best way of making someone admit to something's wrongness is to have them imagine that thing done to them. Suddenly then it all becomes clear.

The reward for doing right is mostly an internal phenomenon: self-respect, dignity, integrity, and self-esteem.

The meaning of your life comes through your obligations to others.

Principles don't mean anything until they cost you something.

That which is horrifying to you don't do to anybody else.