in shakespeares "Henry IV" , a character, falstaff, explains honor;"Well, 'tis no matter, honor pricks me on. Yea, but how if honor pricks off when I come on? How then? Can honor set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honor hath no skin in surgery, then? No. What is honor? A word. What is in that word? honor. What is that honor? Air. A trim reckoning? Who hath it? He that died on Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible, then? Yes, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it, therefore, I'll none of it. Honor is a mere escutcheon, and so ends my catechism."
basically , honor is a word. A very dangerous and emotive word, striving for honor is in itself narcissitic and dishonorable. weird huh?