dignity

Religious belief is without reason and without dignity, and its record is near-universally dreadful.

I have a hat. It is graceful and feminine and give me a certain dignity, as if I were attending a state funeral or something. Someday I may get up enough courage to wear it, instead of carrying it.

It is not the quantity but the quality of knowledge which determines the mind's dignity.

Human dignity is better served by embracing knowledge.

I think that anything that begins to give people a sense of their own worth and dignity is God.

A truly American sentiment recognizes the dignity of labor and the fact that honor lies in honest toil.

For the sake of our interests, as well as of our honour and dignity, we were obliged to see that we won for our international policy the same independence that we had secured for our European policy.

America was born out of a desire for self-determination, a longing for the human dignity that only independence can bring.

It is not wealth one asks for, but just enough to preserve one's dignity, to work unhampered, to be generous, frank and independent.

There is no dignity quite so impressive, and no one independence quite so important, as living within your means.

Dignity is not negotiable. Dignity is the honor of the family.

So what we're talking about here is human rights. The right to live like a human. The right to live, period. And what we're facing in Africa is an unprecedented threat to human dignity and equality.

Human rights must work to uplift human dignity.

Diversity of character is due to the unequal time given to values. Only through each other will we see the importance of the qualities we lack and our unfinished soul's potential.

Humor is an affirmation of dignity, a declaration of man's superiority to all that befalls him.

We are a society that treats people with disabilities with condescension and pity, not dignity and respect.

That's one of the things I hope that the book can do, is to restore some dignity to Joe Cinque.

When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even of a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet, of some mute and inglorious Jane Austen, some Emily Bronte who dashed her brains out on the moor or mopped and mowed about the highways crazed with the torture that her gift had put her to. Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.