Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.

Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.

He had a sensation of anxiety and shame, a sensitivity acute beyond usefulness, as if the nervous system, flayed of its old hide of social usage, must record every touch of pain.

Once in seven years I burn all my sermons; for it is a shame if I cannot write better sermons now than I did seven years ago.

The custom of sinning takes away the sense of it, the course of the world takes away the shame of it