"Honor is important to Goreans, in a way that those of Earth might find it hard to understand; for example, those of Earth find it natural that men should go to war over matters of gold and riches, but not honor; the Gorean, contrariwise, is more willing to submit matters of honor to the adjudication of steel than he is matters of riches and gold; there is a simple explanation for this; honor is more important to him." BEASTS OF GOR, Pg. 42

"I had a respect for caste honor. Honor is honor, in small things as well as great. Indeed, how can one practice honor in great things, if not in small things?" ROGUE OF GOR, Pg. 231

"It is seldom wise, incidentally, to impugn, or attempt to manipulate, the honor of a Gorean." MERCENARIES OF GOR, Pg. 297

"`You risked so much for a mere point of honor?' she asked. `There are no mere points of honor,' I told her." VAGABONDS OF GOR, Pg. 63

"I would betray Priest-Kings before I would betray you... The most they can take is my life, and if I were to lose my honor, even that would be worthless." PLAYERS OF GOR, Pg. 71

"Somewhere, hidden among their belongings, would be an obscure item, a seeming oddity, a stone. To look at it one might not know it from many other stones. And yet it was different from all other stones; it was special. I wondered about the Home Stones of Gor. Many seem small and quite plain. Yet for these stones, and on account of these stones, these seemingly inauspicious, simple objects, cities have been built, and burned, armies have clashed, strong men have wept, empires have risen and fallen. MAGICIANS OF GOR, Pg. 485-486

"A last observation having to do with the tendency of some Goreans to accept illusions and such as reality is that the Gorean tends to take such things as honor and truth very seriously. Given his culture and background, his values, he is often easier to impose upon than would be many others. For example, he is likely, at least upon occasion, to be an easier mark for the fraud and charletan than a more suspicious, cynical fellow. On the other hand, I do not encourage lying to Goreans. They do not like it." MAGICIANS OF GOR, Pg. 255

"Goreans are not stupid. It is difficult to fool them more than once. They tend to remember... there would always be the dupes, of one sort or another, and the opportunists, and the cowards, with their rationalizations. But, too, I speculated, there would be those of Ar to whom the Home Stone was a Home Stone, and not a mere rock, not a piece of meaningless earth." MAGICIANS OF GOR, Pg. 489

"The Code of the Warrior is, in general, characterized by a rudimentary chivalry, emphasizing loyalty to Pride Chiefs and the Home Stone. It was harsh, but with a certain gallantry, a sense of honor that I could respect. A man could do worse then live by such a code." TARNSMAN OF GOR, Pg. 41

Many men are strong, and large, and skilled with weapons. Any man might, if he dared, don the scarlet and gird himself with weapons. Any man might place upon his brow the helm of iron. But it is not the scarlet, not the steel, not the helm which makes a warrior.' She looked at me. `It is the codes,' I said. BEASTS OF GOR, Pg. 340

Do not harm him,' said Kazrak. 'He is my sword brother, Tarl of Bristol.' Kazrak's remark was in accord with the strange warrior codes of Gor, codes which were as natural to him as the air he breathed, and codes which I, in the Chamber of the Council of Ko-ro-ba, had sworn to uphold. One who has shed your blood, or whose blood you have shed, becomes your sword brother, unless you formally repudiate the blood on your weapons. It is part of the kinship of Gorean warriors regardless of what city it is to which they owe their allegiance. It is a matter of caste, an expression of respect for those who share their station and profession, having nothing to do with cities or Home Stones. TARNSMAN OF GOR, Pg. 119

one who speaks of homestones should stand, for matters of honor are here involved. TARNSMAN OF GOR, Pg. 27

In the codes of the warriors, there is a saying; "Be strong, and do as you will.The swords of others will set you your limits." Marauders of Gor, page 10

"Within the circle of each man's sword," say the codes of the warrior, "therein is each man a Ubar" "Steel is the coinage of the warrior," say the codes, "With it he purchases what pleases him" Marauders of Gor, page 10

Warriors, it is said in the codes, have a common Home Stone. Its name is battle. p.343, Renegades of Gor

"I am of the Warriors," I said. "I will take by the sword what women please me." p.348, Beasts of Gor

Indeed, there is a saying on Gor, a saying whose origin is lost in the past of this strange planet, that one who speak of Home Stones should stand, for matters of honor are here involved, and honor is respected in the barbaric codes of Gor. Tarnsman of Gor, page 27

If it turned out badly, what I did, I would have no defense other than I did what I did for my friend-for him- and for his brave kind, once hated enemies, whom I had now learned to know and respect. There is no loss of honor in failing to achieve such a task, I told myself. It is worthy of a warrior of the caste of Warriors, a swordsman of the high city of Ko-ro-ba, the Towers of the Morning Nomads of Gor, page 8

"I am a warrior," said the young man proudly. Kamchak signaled the archers and they came forward, their arrows trained on the young man. He then threw, one after another, a dozen bags of gold to the floor. "Save your gold, Tuchuk sleen," said the young man. "I am a warrior and I know my codes." p.315, Nomads of Gor

"Are you of the Warriors?" asked Labenius. "Yes," I said. "Hear," said Labenius to his men. "He is of the Warriors." "He says he is," said a fellow, glumly. "What is the 97th Aphorism in the Codes?" inquired Labenius. "My scrolls may not be those of Ar," I said. To be sure, the scrolls should be, at least among the high cities, in virtue of conventions held at the Sardar Fairs, particularly the Fair of En'Kara, much in agreement. "Will you speak?" asked Labenius. "Remove the female," I said. "He is a Warrior," said one of the men. One of the men lifted the bound Ina in his arms, one hand behind the back of her knees, and the other behind her back, and carried her from where we were gathered. In a few moments he returned. "The female is now out of earshot?" inquired Labenius, staring ahead. "Yes," said the fellow, "and she will stay where I left her, on her back, as I tied her hair about the base of a stout shrub." "The 97th Aphorism in the Codes I was taught," I said, "is in the form of a riddle: `What is invisible but more beautiful than diamonds?'" "And the answer?" inquired Labenius. "That which is silent but deafens thunder.'" The men regarded one another. "And what is that?" asked Labenius. "The same," said I, "as that which depresses no scale but is weightier than gold." "And what is that?" asked Labenius. "Honor," I said. "He is of the Warriors," said a man. p.304-305, Vagabonds of Gor

"I can force you to take me," she said. "How?" I asked. "Like this, " she responded, kneeling before me, lowering her head and lifting her arms, the wrists crossed. She laughed. "Now you must take me with you or slay me," she said, "and I know you cannot slay me." I cursed her, for she took unfair advantage of the Warrior Codes of Gor. Tarnsman of Gor, page 109

"Yield her or I will have my tharlarion trample you," he snapped, "or would you prefer to be spitted on my lance?" "You know the codes," I said evenly. "If you want her, you must challenge for her and meet me with the weapon of my choice."........."Done!" he cried, fastening his lance in its saddle shealth and slipping from the back of the tarlarion. "I challenge you for her!" "The sword, " I said. "Agreed," he said. Tarnsman of Gor, page 116

One who has shed your blood, or whose blood you have shed, becomes your sword brother, unless you formally repudiate the blood on your weapons. It is a part of the kinship of Gorean warrior regardless of what city it is to which they owe their allegiance. It is a matter of caste, an expression of respect for those who share their station and profession, having nothing to do with cities or Home Stones.Tarnsmen of Gor, page 119

"We anticipated," said Samos, "that your humanity would assert itself, that faced with a meaningless, ignominious death in the marshes, you would grovel and whine for your life." In my heart I wept. "I did," I said. "You chose," said Samos, "as warriors have it, ignominious bondage over the freedom of honorable death." There were tears in my eyes. "I dishonored my sword, my city. I betrayed my codes." (Raiders of Gor, page 310.)

"I am of the Caste of Warriors, and it is in our codes that the only death fit for a man is that in battle, but I can no longer believe that this is true, for the man I met once on the road to Ko-ro-ba died well, and taught me that all wisdom and truth does not lie in my own codes." Priest Kings of Gor, page 14

"Flee!" she said.
"I am of the Warriors," I said.
"But you may die," she said.
"That is acknowledged in the codes," I said.
"What are the codes?" she asked. "They are nothing and, and everything," I said. "They are a bit of noise, and the steel of the heart. They are meaningless, and all significant. They are the difference. Without the codes men would be Kurii."
"Kurii?" she asked.
"Beasts, such as ice beasts, and worse," I said. "Beasts such as the face you saw in the sky."
"You need not keep the codes," she said.
"I once betrayed my codes," I said. "It is not my intention to do so again." I looked at her. "One does not know, truly what it is to stand, until one has fallen. Once one has fallen, then one knows, you see, what it is to stand."
"None would know know if you betrayed the codes," she said.
"I would know," I said, "and I am of the Warriors."
"What is it to be a warrior?" she asked.
"It is to keep the codes," I said. "You may think that to be a warrior is to be large, or strong, and to be skilled with weapons, to have a blade at your hip, to know the grasp of the spear, to wear the scarlet, to know the fitting of the iron helm upon one's countenance, but these are things are not truly needful; they are not, truely what makes one man a warrior and another not. Many men are strong, and large, and skilled with weapons. Any man might place upon his brow the helm of iron. But it is not the scarlet, not the steel, not the helm of iron which makes the warrior." She lookedup at me. "It is the codes," I said.
"Abandon your codes," she said.
"One does not speak to slaves of the codes," I said. .340, Beasts of Gor

I had been so much a fool as to be sad. That is not the mood in which to enter battle, even the battle which one knows one cannot win, even the ultimate battle in which knows one is doomed to defeat. Do not be sad. Better to take the field with laughter, with a joke, with a light heart, with a buoyant heart, or to go forward with sterness, or in fury, or with hatred, or defiance, or calculation, but never with self pity, never with sadness. Never such things, never them! The warrior does not kill himself or aid others in the doing of it. It is not in the codes. p.446, Vagabonds of Gor