It is not the conscience which raises a blush, for a man may sincerely regret some slight fault committed in solitude, or he may suffer the deepest remorse for an undetected crime, but he will not blush. . . It is not the sense of guilt, but the thought that others think or know us to be guilty which crimsons the face.
There are three times in a man's life when he has the right to yell at the moon-when he marries; when his children come; and when he finishes a job he had to be crazy to start.