Dante Alighieri Quotes

I would bear any affliction rather than be burdened with a guilty conscience.

Conscience is the spiritual, supernatural principle in man, and it is not of social origin at all. It is rather the perversion and confusion of conscience that is of social origin.

How awful is that hour when con, science stings.

Whom conscience, ne'er asleep, Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.

Conscience is a thousand swords.

Conscience is the sentinel of virtue.

O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!

Upon common theaters … the applause of the audience is of more importance to the actors than their own approbation. But upon the stage of life, while conscience claps, let the world hiss! …. If conscience disapproves, the loudest applause of the world are of little value.

There’s nothing more important than people’s conscience and there’s nothing that needs more protection.

I value people with a conscience. It's like a beeper from God.

Conscience is a judge in every man's breast, which none can cheat or corrupt, and perhaps the only incorrupt thing about him; yet, inflexible and honest as this judge is (however polluted the bench on which he sits), no man can, in my opinion, enjoy any applause which is not there adjudged to be his due.

Conscience ... seldom comes to a man's aid while he is in the zenith of health and revelling in pomp and luxury upon illgotten spoils. It is generally the last act of his life, and it comes too late to be of much service to others here, or to himself hereafter.

Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe

The great theatre for virtue is conscience.

Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is There's no-one else to blame.

Conscience makes egotists of us all.

At this moment I am feeling disappointed with myself and I am hurt and numb...

Honour is external conscience, and conscience is inward honour.

It is not the passion of a mind struggling with misfortune, or the hopelessness of its desires, but of a mind preying on itself, and disgusted with, or indifferent to all other things.

Guilt: I'm sorry. I made a mistake. Shame: I'm sorry. I am a mistake.

Guilt is the very nerve of sorrow.

Most self-laceration is more noisy than painful.

I realized the shells were talking in a voice I recognized. I should have; it was my own. Had I always known that? I suppose I had. On some level, unless we're mad, I think most of us know the various voices of our own imaginations. And of our memories, of course. They have voices, too. Ask anyone who has ever lost a limb or a child or a long-cherished dream. Ask anyone who blames himself for a bad decision, usually made in a raw instant (an instant that is most commonly red). Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

How can one be well...when one suffers morally?

It is better for a man to die at peace with himself than to live haunted by an evil conscience!