C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Disgrace
No one can disgrace us but ourselves.
Disgrace is the synonym of discovery.
Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.
Dishonor is like the Aaron’s Beard in the hedgerows; it can only poison if it be plucked.
Reason bears disgrace, courage combats it, patience surmounts it.
Disgrace is immortal, and living even when one thinks it dead.
That only is a disgrace to a man which he has deserved to suffer.
Whatever disgrace we may have deserved, it is almost always in our power to re-establish our character.
The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is gone!
It is disgraceful when the passers-by exclaim, “O ancient house, alas, how unlike is thy present master to thy former one.”
Since you go where all have gone before, why do you torment your disgraceful life with such mean ambitions, O miser?