O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Conscience is the sentinel of virtue.
Guilt upon the conscience, like rust upon iron, both defiles and consumes it, gnawing and creeping into it, as that does which at last eats out the very heart and substance of the metal.
Errors of taste are very often the outward sign of a deep fault of sensibility.
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
We must not be wise and prudent according to the flesh. Rather, we must be simple, humble and pure.
The voice of conscience is so delicate that it is easy to stifle it; but it is also so clear that it is impossible to mistake it.
The essential self is innocent, and when it tastes its own innocence knows that it lives for ever.
A good conscience is a continual feast.
Matters of taste are not, it turns out, moral issues.
What a man calls his 'conscience' is merely the mental action that follows a sentimental reaction after too much wine or love.