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"How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt."
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"What man ever openly apologizes for slander? It is not so much a feeling of slander as it is that of a massive lie, a misdeed not only to the slandered but also to those manipulated in the process. He has made them all, every one, his enemies, thereupon he is so overwhelmed with guilt that he will deny it until his grave."
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"I'm an Irish Catholic and I have a long iceberg of guilt."
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"Guilt is the price we pay willingly for doing what we are going to do anyway."
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"Consider guilt like a street sign that warns of rough roads ahead if you don't make a u-turn."
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"Feelings of guilt are the worst punishment. You are being punished by yourself."
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"Out, damned spot! out, I say!"
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"Ah! it is well for the unfortunate to be resigned, but for the guilty there is no peace."
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"It's great to be recognized when I'm looking for a table at a crowded restaurant, but I still don't put it to best use. I'm such a lump. I won't cut the line. It's my Catholic guilt. I gotta get used to it."
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"With a parent, it's always guilt. You want to be there, but you kind of also want to be here."
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"How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt."
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"Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins to verge towards decay."
Progress
"Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance."
Remembrance
"Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between."
Angels
"How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt."
Guilt
"Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious."
Affectation
"The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness."
Men
"When it draws near to witching time of night."
Time
"Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society."
Society
"Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature."
Nature
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