Modesty is the richest ornament of a woman ... the want of…

The hair is the richest ornament of women.

— Martin Luther

The real ornament of woman is her character, her purity.

— Mahatma Gandhi

The hair is the richest ornament of women. Of old, virgins used to wear it loose, except when they were in mourning.

— Martin Luther

Fashions smile has given wit to dullness and grace to deformity, and has brought everything into vogue, by turns, but virtue.

— Charles Caleb Colton

Deformity of the heart I call The worst deformity of all; For what is form, or what is face, But the soul's index, or…

— Charles Caleb Colton

Well, I will scourge those apes, And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror, As large as is the stage whereon we act; Where…

— Ben Jonson

All our distinctions ire accidental; beauty and deformity, though personal qualities, are neither entitled to praise nor censure; yet it so happens that they…

— Johann Georg Ritter von Zimmermann

He had a head which statuaries loved to copy, and a foot the deformity of which the beggars in the streets mimicked.

— Thomas B. Macaulay

In all human love it must be realized that every man promises a woman, and every woman promises a man that which only God…

— Fulton J. Sheen

“Information leads to transformation. If you are not inspired by being informed, you will expire by becoming deformed!”

— Israelmore Ayivor

I refuse the title of artist to those who owe their reputations to a physical deformity. I regard them as buffoons.

— Sarah Bernhardt

Physical deformity, calls forth our charity. But the infinite misfortune of moral deformity calls forth nothing but hatred and vengeance.

— Clarence Darrow

What’s with her?” says the painter. “She’s mad because she’s a woman,” Jon says. This is something I haven’t heard for years, not since…

— Margaret Atwood

By all means, there should be no children when either mother or father suffers from such diseases as tuberculosis, gonorrhea, syphilis, cancer, epilepsy, insanity,…

— Margaret Sanger

Rewards and punishments, to speak frankly, are the desk of the soul, that is, a means of enslaving a child's spirit, and better suited…

— Maria Montessori