Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope. When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connected in the great circle of life.
Good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handled with gloves.
Now, human respect—you don’t call a man a coward or a liar lightly, but if you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them
— Have you no respect for the others?
— They haven't earned my respect.
— Too fast. I want you to respect me.
— I do. And I want your respect.
— I respect you for respecting me.
When we don't respect you, we're assholes and when we do, it fuckin bothers you!
If you want me to respect you, you have to do something worth respecting.