Honor is what you know about yourself.

Experience suggests it doesn't matter so much how you got here, as what you do after you arrive.

I am not schizoid. A little manic-depressive, maybe." "'Know thyself.'" "We try, sir.

My dinner party,' Miles grated. 'It's just breaking up.' And sinking. All souls feared lost.

Honor is what you know about yourself.

I don’t duel, boy. I kill as a soldier kills, which is as a butcher kills, as quickly, efficiently, and with as least risk to myself as I can arrange.

He's not too short. He's just... concentrated.