I count him lost, who is lost to shame.

We can more easily endure that which shames than that which vexes us.

I suspect that hunger was my mother.

Where there are friends there is wealth.

There's no such thing, you know, as picking out the best woman: it's only a question of comparative badness, brother.

We only appreciate the comforts of life in their loss.

Whatever disgrace we may have deserved, it is almost always in our power to re-establish our character.