Hay is the finest feeling in human nature, which is called modesty. Modesty is not necessarily meekness, or humility, or selflessness, or pride. Modesty is a beauty in itself, and its action is to veil itself; in that veiling it shows the vanity of its nature, and yet that vanity is a beauty itself.

Modesty is the life of the artist, the theme of the poet, and the soul of the musician. In thought, speech, action, in one's manner, in one's movement, modesty stands as the central theme of grace.

Without modesty beauty is dead, for modesty is the spirit of beauty.

Silence in modesty speaks louder than bold words.

The lack of modesty can destroy art, poetry, music, and all that is beautiful.

And if one asked, "What is modesty?", it is difficult to explain in words. It is a feeling which rises from a living heart; a heart which is dead has not got the taste of it.

The modest person compared to the immodest one is like a plant standing by the side of a rock. If the heart of the immodest is like the earth, the heart of the modest one is like the water.

Modesty is life itself; a life which is conscious of its beauty yet inclined to veil it in all its forms is modesty.

At the same time modesty is the proof of sincerity and of prudence. The cracker cries aloud, "I am the light," and is finished in a moment. The diamond, shining in its light constantly, never says a word about its light.