Shame is pride's cloak.

Shame is pride's cloak.

We live in an atmosphere of shame. We are ashamed of everything
that is real about us; ashamed of read more

We live in an atmosphere of shame. We are ashamed of everything
that is real about us; ashamed of ourselves, of our relatives, of
our incomes, of our accents, of our opinion, of our experience,
just as we are ashamed of our naked skins.

Common sense hides shame.

Common sense hides shame.

I count him lost, who is lost to shame.
[Lat., Nam ego illum periisse duco, cui quidem periit pudor.]

I count him lost, who is lost to shame.
[Lat., Nam ego illum periisse duco, cui quidem periit pudor.]

I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed.

I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed.

O shame, where is thy blush?

O shame, where is thy blush?

The guilty catch themselves

The guilty catch themselves

The most curious offspring of shame is shyness.

The most curious offspring of shame is shyness.

The worst kind of shame is being ashamed of frugality or poverty.
[Lat., Pessimus quidem pudor vel est parsimoniae read more

The worst kind of shame is being ashamed of frugality or poverty.
[Lat., Pessimus quidem pudor vel est parsimoniae vel
frugalitatis.]