“Conscience doth make cowards of us all.”

Though she be but little, she is fierce!

Well, honor is the subject of my story.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

We know what we are, but not what we may be.

Expectation is the root of all heartache.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.

I would not wish any companion in the world but you.

This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

My heart is ever at your service.

The instruments of darkness tell us truths.

The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.

Shame arises from the fear of men, conscience from the fear of God.

The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.

The virtuous mind that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion, Conscience.

No art comes from the conscious mind.

The end of the year! I draw the balance. Inquiry of conscience and request to the Spirit for progress and maturity.

A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.

Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.