Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

A guilty conscience never feels secure.

A guilty conscience never feels secure.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
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But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
That I myself was to myself not mine,
Valuing of her--why she, O, she is fall'n
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again,
And salt too little which may season give
To her foul tainted flesh!

Whatever guilt is perpetrated by some evil prompting, is grievous
to the author of the crime. This is the read more

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.]

Let no guilty man escape, if it can be avoided. No personal
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Let no guilty man escape, if it can be avoided. No personal
consideration should stand in the way of performing a public
duty.

A land of levity is a land of guilt.

A land of levity is a land of guilt.

We are almost always guilty of the hate we encounter.

We are almost always guilty of the hate we encounter.

Every guilty person is his own hangman.

Every guilty person is his own hangman.