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

Solitude is sometimes the best society.

Where more is meant than meets the ear.

No institution which does not continually test its ideals, techniques and measure of accomplishment can claim real vitality.

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.

I turn to history not for lessons but to confront my experience with the experience of others and to win for myself a sense of responsibility for the state of the human conscience.

In L.A., it’s very hard to have some kind of conscience of some style out there. The weather’s too hot; there’s no seasons.

If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.

Lord please break the laws of the universe for my convenience. Amen.

It does not become America that within her borders, where every man is free to follow the dictates of his conscience, men should raise the cry of church against church. To do that is to strike at the very spirit and heart of America.

We go to war only to make peace. We never went to war with any other design. We carry the national conscience wherever we go.

What we call conscience in many instances, is only a wholesome fear of the law.

Every fresh act of sin lessens fear and remorse, hardens our hearts, blunts the edge of our conscience, and increases our evil inclination.