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"It is a happy faculty of the mind to slough that which conscience refuses to assimilate."
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"We only labor to stuff the memory, and leave the conscience and the understanding unfurnished and void."
"Believing without questioning is an insult to the human conscience."
"Whoever has witnessed another's ideal becomes his inexorable judge and as it were his evil conscience."
"Writing is conscience, scruple, and the farming of our ancestors."
"It would be foolhardy to count on the conscience of the world."
"We cannot be indifferent to the evil in our society."
"You'll have to be my conscience. He knew his flaws, and he knew the parts of him that were irrevocably broken. "Mine isn't going to grow back."
"Conscience is the parliament in our mind. It depends on who holds the majority."
"Conscience is not white, black or brown. Conscience is human. It is beyond race " it is beyond religion " it is beyond all sectarianism."
"Conscience doth make cowards of us all."
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"When it's a matter of not-do, I reckon a man can trust himself for advice. But when it comes to a matter of doing, I reckon a fellow had better listen to all the advice he can get."
"Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean."
"He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear."
"Quentin had grown up with that; the mere names were interchangeable and almost myriad. His childhood was full of them; his very body was an empty hall echoing with sonorous defeated names; he was not a being, an entity, he was a commonwealth. He was a barracks filled with stubborn back-looking ghosts still recovering, even forty-three years afterward, from the fever which had cured the disease, waking from the fever without even knowing that it had been the fever itself which they had fought against and not the sickness, looking with stubborn recalcitrance backward beyond the fever and into the disease with actual regret, weak from the fever yet free of the disease and not even aware that the freedom was that of impotence."
"So long as the deceit ran along quiet and monotonous, all of us let ourselves be deceived, abetting it unawares or maybe through cowardice..."
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