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The Past lives o'er again,
In its effects, and to the guilty spirit
The ever-frowning Present is read more
The Past lives o'er again,
In its effects, and to the guilty spirit
The ever-frowning Present is its image.
Conscience is thoroughly well-bred and soon leaves off talking to those who do not wish to hear it.
Conscience is thoroughly well-bred and soon leaves off talking to those who do not wish to hear it.
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.
But at sixteen the conscience rarely gnaws
So much, as when we call our old debts in
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But at sixteen the conscience rarely gnaws
So much, as when we call our old debts in
At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil,
And find a deuced balance with the devil.
Conscience is the inner voice that warns us somebody may be
looking.
Conscience is the inner voice that warns us somebody may be
looking.
A conscience without God is like a court without a judge.
A conscience without God is like a court without a judge.
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.]
O faithful conscience, delicately pure, how doth a little failing
wound thee sore!
[It., O dignitosa coscienza e read more
O faithful conscience, delicately pure, how doth a little failing
wound thee sore!
[It., O dignitosa coscienza e netta,
Come t' e picciol fallo amaro morso.]
Yet still there whispers the small voice within,
Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din;
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Yet still there whispers the small voice within,
Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din;
Whatever creed be taught or land be trod,
Man's conscience is the oracle of God.
