At Least I Have The Modesty To Admit That Lack Of Modesty Is One Of My Failings.
Modesty In Dress And Language And Deportment Is A True Mark Of Refinement And A Hallmark Of A Virtuous Latter-day Saint Woman.
We Did Not Lack Modesty—on The Contrary—but Something Urgently Drove Us To Defy Modesty Together As Immodestly As Possible.
To Dye Oneself With Paints In Order To Have A Rosier Or A Paler Complexion Is A Lying Counterfeit.
In All Your Movements, Let Nothing Be Evident That Would Offend The Eyes Of Another.