At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
Dignity belongs to the conquered.
Dignity consists not in possessing honors, but in the consciousness that we deserve them.
Dignity is a mask we wear to hide our ignorance.
Each of us, face to face with other men, is clothed with some sort of dignity, but we know only too well all the unspeakable things that go on in the heart.
Every man has his dignity. I'm willing to forget mine, but at my own discretion and not when someone else tells me to.
Human Dignity has gleamed only now and then and here and there, in lonely splendor, throughout the ages, a hope of the better men, never an achievement of the majority.
Human rights rest on human dignity. The dignity of man is an ideal worth fighting for and worth dying for.
If a man happens to find himself, he has a mansion which he can inhabit with dignity all the days of his life.
Only man has dignity; only man, therefore, can be funny.
Our dignity is not in what we do, but what we understand.
Perhaps the only true dignity of man is his capacity to despise himself.
The ultimate end of all revolutionary social change is to establish the sanctity of human life, the dignity of man, the right of every human being to liberty and well-being.
There is a healthful hardiness about real dignity that never dreads contact and communion with others however humble.
True dignity is never gained by place, and never lost when honors are withdrawn.
When boasting ends, there dignity begins.