We never forgive those who make us blush.

Blushing is the color of virtue.

One of the misfortunes of our time is that in getting rid of false shame we have killed off so much real shame as well.

I remember one thing that marred this time for me; the movie "Gone with the Wind." When it played in Mason [MI], I was the only Negro in the theater, and when Butterfly McQueen went into her act, I felt like crawling under the rug.

The only shame is to have none.

Give your friend cause to blush, and you will be likely to lose him.

I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed.

Man is the only animal that blushes. Or needs to.

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

You have already beaten him-you struck him where every human worthy of the name is most vulnerable. You have shamed him before his friends and before the world, and in doing that you have hurt him far more than you could by any bodily punishment.