I have been asked what I mean by “Word of Honor.” I will tell you. Place me behind prison walls – walls of stone ever so high, ever so thick, reaching ever so far into the ground – there is a possibility that in some way or another I may be able to escape; but stand me on the floor and draw a chalk line around me and have me give my word of honor never to cross it. Can I get out of that circle? No, never! I’d die first. — Karl G. Maeser, “On Your Word of Honor,” BYU Today, September 1992, p. 21
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