Donna Rice Quotes

We all have done something unethical.

I once stole a book. It was really just the once, and at the time I called it borrowing. It was 1970, and the book, I could see by its lack of date stamps, had been lying unappreciated on the shelves of my convent school library since its publication in 1945.

I'm not proud of killing, of being responsible for the death of a single person. I never will be.

I don't think Amber taped Scott or testified for money, but the opportunity certainly presented itself. It makes me a bit uncomfortable, but at least she never sold the story before trial to the tabloids.

I could answer that the way you want, but I'd hate myself in the morning.

I just felt sick. I was actually executing people. I knew it was wrong, and I should have voted against it. But I didn’t.

I definitely have conned a lot of people in my day. I'm not proud of it; it sounds like I am, kind of, now that I'm saying it.

Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt

The bite of conscience is indecent.

Ah. My story. Are you certain you wish to hear it? It is long, unlikely, and remarkably unedifying -- shameful, even, to come from a minister's lips. Blasphemous, too, properly regarded.

The Anglo-Saxon conscience does not prevent the Anglo-Saxon from sinning, it merely prevents him from enjoying his sin.

Few things are as bad as a guilty conscience.

How tedious is a guilty conscience!

Sister, I won't ask for forgiveness, my sins are all I have.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

How awful is that hour when con, science stings.

Guilt has always its horrors and solicitudes; and, to make it yet more shameful and detestable, it is doomed often to stand in awe of those to whom nothing could give influence or weight but their power of betraying.

My arms are up to the elbows in blood. That is the most terrible thing that lies in my soul.

Guilt and no guilt: these were the worst things. The only thing worse than the guilt was the fear of getting caught.

Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden.

Guilt is a spiritual Rubicon.

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty!, guilty!

To have lied is to have suffered.

Innocence has a single voice that can only say over and over again, "I didn't do it." Guilt has a thousand voices, all of them lies.