There is no future pang
Can deal that justice on the self condemn'd
He deals on his read more

There is no future pang
Can deal that justice on the self condemn'd
He deals on his own soul.

O Conscience, into what abyss of fears
And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which
I read more

O Conscience, into what abyss of fears
And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which
I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged.

Every human has four endowments- self awareness, conscience, independent will and creative imagination. These give us the ultimate human freedom... read more

Every human has four endowments- self awareness, conscience, independent will and creative imagination. These give us the ultimate human freedom... The power to choose, to respond, to change.

According to the state of a man's conscience, so do hope and fear
on account of his deeds arise read more

According to the state of a man's conscience, so do hope and fear
on account of his deeds arise in his mind.
[Lat., Conscia mens ut cuique sua est, ita concipit intra
Pectora pro facto spemque metumque suo.]

Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never
turn pale with guilt.
[Lat., Hic read more

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.]

Conscience is the inner voice that warns us somebody may be
looking.

Conscience is the inner voice that warns us somebody may be
looking.

Oh, Conscience! Conscience! man's most faithful friend,
Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend;
But if he read more

Oh, Conscience! Conscience! man's most faithful friend,
Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend;
But if he will thy friendly checks forego,
Thou art, oh! woe for me, his deadliest foe!

Oh! think what anxious moments pass between
The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods,
Oh! read more

Oh! think what anxious moments pass between
The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods,
Oh! 'tis a dreadful interval of time,
Filled up with horror all, and big with death!

Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and read more

Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue!