Conscience – Zitate

Conscience is God's vicegerent in the soul.

— Buchan

It is quite certain that, if from childhood men were to begin to follow the first intimations of conscience, honestly to obey them and carry them out into act, the power of conscience would be so strengthened and improved within them, that it would soon become, what it evidently is intended to be, "a connecting principle between the creature and the Creator."

— J. C. Shairp

Conscience is that peculiar faculty of the soul which may be called the religious instinct.

— Samuel Smiles

Every one of us, whatever his speculative opinions, knows better than he practices, and recognizes a better law than he obeys.

— James A. Froude

  ​ There is in man a conscience which outlives the sensations, resolutions, and emotions of the hour, and rises above them all.

— Edward Thomson

We never do evil so effectually as when we are led to do it by a false principle of conscience.

— Pascal

A good conscience is the palace of Christ; the temple of the Holy Ghost; the paradise of delight; the standing Sabbath of the saints.

— St. Augustine

Trust that man in nothing, who has not a conscience in every thing.

— Laurence Sterne

Be fearful only of thyself, and stand in awe of none more than thine own conscience.

— Burton

The voice of conscience is so delicate that it is easy to stifle it; but it is also so clear that it is impossible to mistake it.

— Madame de Staël

Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.

— George Washington

There is no evil which we cannot face or fly from but the consciousness of duty disregarded.

— Daniel Webster

The torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul.

— Calvin

  ​ An old historian says about the Roman armies that marched through a country, burning and destroying every living thing, "They make a solitude, and they call it peace." And so men do with their consciences. They stifle them, sear them, forcibly silence them, somehow or other; and then, when there is a dead stillness in the heart, broken by no voice of either approbation or blame, but doleful, like the unnatural quiet of a deserted city, then they say, "It is peace;" and the man's uncontrolled passions and unbridled desires dwell solitary in the fortress of his own spirit! You may almost attain to that.

— Alexander Maclaren