Think not
that guilt requires
the burning torches of the Furies to agitate and torment it. Their own
frauds, their crimes, their remembrances of the past, their terrors of
the future,—these are the domestic furies that are ever present to the
mind of the impious.—Robert Hall.
Guilt alone, like brain-sick frenzy in
its feverish mood, fills the
light air with visionary terrors, and shapeless forms of fear.—Junius.
Guilt is present in the
very hesitation, even though the deed be not committed.—Cicero
Guilt, though it may attain temporal
splendor, can never confer real
happiness; the evil consequences of our crimes long survive their
commission, and, like the ghosts of the murdered, forever haunt the
steps of the malefactor; while the paths of virtue, though seldom those
of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.—Sir Walter Scott.
He who is conscious of secret and dark
designs, which, if known,
would blast him, is perpetually shrinking and dodging from public
observation, and is afraid of all around him, and much more of all
above him.—Wirt.
They whose guilt within their bosom
lies, imagine every eye beholds
their blame.—Shakespeare.
Life
is not the supreme good; but of all earthly ills the chief is guilt.—Schiller.
They who once engage in iniquitous
designs miserably deceive
themselves when they think that they will go so far and no farther; one
fault begets another, one crime renders another necessary; and thus
they are impelled continually downward into a depth of guilt, which at
the commencement of their career they would have died rather than have
incurred.—Southey.
Let wickedness escape as it may at the
bar, it never fails of doing
justice upon itself; for every guilty person is his own hangman.—Seneca.
He who helps the guilty,
shares the crime.—Syrus
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