To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.
There is no dignity in wickedness, whether in purple or rags; and hell is a democracy of devils, where all are equals.
It’s hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes.
I would always rather be happy than dignified.
Dignity, and even holiness too, sometimes, are more questions of coat and waistcoat than some people imagine.
