Guilty consciences always make people cowards.
The Past lives o'er again, In its effects, and to the guilty spirit The ever-frowning Present is its image.
Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt. [Lat., Hic murus aeneus esto, Nil conscire sibi, nulla pallescere culpa.]
The guilty is he who meditates a crime; the punishment is his who lays the plot. [It., Il reo D'un delitto e chi'l pensa: a chi l' ordisce La pena spetta.]
By his own verdict no guilty man was ever acquitted. [Lat., Se judice, nemo nocens absolvitur.]
For whoever meditates a crime is guilty of the deed. [Lat., Nam scelus intra se tacitum qui cogitat ullum, Facti crimen habet.]
Whoever profits by the crime is guilty of it.
If it were absolutely necessary to choose, I would rather be guilty of an immoral act than of a cruel one.
Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.
I guess we were all guilty, in a way. We all shot him, we all skinned him, and we all got a complimentary bumper sticker that said, "I helped skin Bob.".
Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame.
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeits of our own behavior, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars; as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star.
People's lives change. To keep all your old friends is like keeping all your old clothesâpretty soon your closet is so jammed and everything so crushed you can't find anything to wear. Help these friends when they need you; bless the years and happy times when you meant a lot to each other, but try not to have the guilts if new people mean more to you now.
. . . glory built On selfish principles is shame and guilt.
Glory built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
However boldly their warm blood was spilt, Their life was shame, their epitaph was guilt; And this they knew and felt, at least the one, The leader of the hand he had undone,-- Who, born for better things, had madly set His life upon a cast, which linger'd yet.
Guilt is present in the very hesitation, even though the deed be not committed. [Lat., In ipsa dubitatione facinus inest, etiamsi ad id non pervererint.]
Let no guilty man escape, if it can be avoided. No personal consideration should stand in the way of performing a public duty.
What we call real estate--the solid ground to build a house on--is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.
How guilt once harbour'd in the conscious breast, Intimidates the brave, degrades the great.
The gods Grow angry with your patience. 'Tis their care, And must be yours, that guilty men escape not: As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself.
Whatever guilt is perpetrated by some evil prompting, is grievous to the author of the crime. This is the first punishment of guilt that no one who is guilty is acquitted at the judgment seat of his own conscience. [Lat., Exemplo quodcumque malo committitur, ipsi Displicet auctori. Prima est haec ultio, quod se Judice nemo nocens absolvitur.]
Men's minds are too ingenious in palliating guilt in themselves. [Lat., Ingenia humana sunt ad suam cuique levandam culpam nimio plus facunda.]
Those who guilt stains it equals. [Lat., Facinus quos inquinat aequat.]