Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
All the dark, malevolent Passions of the Soul are roused and exerted; its mild and amiable affections are suppressed; and with them, virtuous Principles are laid prostrate.
The keynote of simple folk is bad manners, familiarity. They intrude on one's private soul.
To be exempt from the Passions with which others are tormented, is the only pleasing Solitude.
Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.
Let us be absolutely clear about one thing: we must not confuse humility with false modesty or servility.
Safeguarding the rights of others is the most noble and beautiful end of a human being.
Beware the ends of the earth and the exotic: the drama is on your doorstep wherever the slums; are, wherever there is malnutrition, wherever there is exploitation and cruelty.
O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Modesty is a learned affectation. And as soon as life slams the modest person against the wall, that modesty drops.
Modesty is the conscience of the body.