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

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.

None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

When we speak of knowing God, it must be understood with reference to man’s limited powers of comprehension. God, as He really is, is far beyond man’s imagination, let alone understanding. God has revealed only so much of Himself as our minds can conceive and the weakness of our nature can bear.

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

As therefore the state of man now is, what wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear, without the knowledge of good and evil?

Solitude sometimes is best society.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heav’n.

Hell has no benefits, only torture.

Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.

Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.

To say that we have a clear conscience is to utter a solecism; had we never sinned we should have had no conscience. Were defeat unknown, neither would victory be celebrated by songs of triumph.

The body is just a water bubble. The mind is like a mad monkey. Do not follow either the body or the mind. Follow the Conscience. It is above the mind. It is permanent. It is the voice of God, the voice of unchanging truth inside you.

The desire to please those we admire and respect often cripples conscience.

Conscience is a Jewish invention.

A man’s conscience and his judgment are the same thing, and, as the judgment, so also the conscience may be erroneous”

The Conscience is a thousand witnesses.

whatsoever a man does against his conscience, is sin.

Aren’t we all murderers? Sometimes of our emotions. Sometimes of our dream. Sometimes of our conscience for the sake of being downstream?