Modesty (n.) is the womanly virtue that knows about itself last of all.
Modesty (n.) that lies is cowardly fear of men, as much an abomination to God as pride.
Modesty (n.) is the disguise of not venturing, which we tell ourselves pleases God as humility — when it makes a fool of God, who is only waiting for us to go forth.
Modesty (n.) is the most fascinating temptation, a wall more decisive than Aladdin's sword — yet the erotic, ear to it like Pyramus, senses all the lust of desire behind it.
Modesty (n.) that is wounded is the deepest pain, because it is the most inexplicable of all: spirit cannot acknowledge itself at the extreme point of the synthesis.