You can bear anything-if it isn’t your own fault

Men’s minds are too ingenious in palliating guilt in themselves

Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.

Wickedness consists in the very hesitation about an act, even though it be not perpetrated.

If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends

Without the spice of guilt, sin cannot be fully savored.

The sin lessens in human estimation only as the guilt increases.

Beside one deed of guilt, how blest is guiltless woe!

Guilt is the price we pay willingly for doing what we are going to do anyway

Thou need’st not answer; thy confession speaks,Already redd’ning in thy guilty cheeks.

Neither side is guiltless if its adversary is appointed judge.

The guilty think all talk is of themselves

Seek to make a person blush for their guilt rather than shed their blood.

The mind of guilt is full of scorpions.

Our sins, like to our shadows, when our day was in its glory, scarce appeared; toward our evening, how great and monstrous!

He who helps the guilty, shares the crime.

Guilt is always jealous

The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed.

Let guilty men remember, their black deeds Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.

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.

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

The greatest incitement to guilt is the hope of sinning with impunity.

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

Whoever blushes confesses guilt, true innocence never feels shame.

Fraud and falsehood are his weak and treacherous allies; and he lurks trembling in the dark, dreading every ray of light, lest it should discover him, and give him up to shame and punishment.

My hands are guilty, but my heart is free.

We are almost always guilty of the hate we encounter.

The fearful face usually betrays great guilt.

Successful guilt is the bane of society

To what gulfsA single deviation from the trackOf human duties leads even those who claimThe homage of mankind as their born due,And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!

Sin with the multitude, and your responsibility and guilt are as great and as truly personal, as if you alone had done the wrong

Guilt is present in the very hesitation, even though the deed be not committed.

Guilt is a spiritual Rubicon.

Innocence is the weakest defense. Innocence has a single voice that can only say over and over again, “I didn’t do it.” Guilt has a thousand voices, all of them lies.

Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.

However boldly their warm blood was spilt, Their life was shame, their epitaph was guilt; And this they knew and felt, at least the one, The leader of the hand he had undone,– Who, born for better things, had madly set His life upon a cast, which linger’d yet.

However boldly their warm blood was spilt,Their life was shame, their epitaph was guilt;And this they knew and felt, at least the one,The leader of the hand he had undone,–Who, born for better things, had madly setHis life upon a cast, which linger’d yet.

The ghostly consciousness of wrong.

Action and care will in time wear down the strongest frame, but guilt and melancholy are poisons of quick dispatch.

I am bewildered at the length to which people will go to portray me so negatively

Guilt is present in the very hesitation, even though the deed be not committed

He is not guilty who is not guilty of his own free will.

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.

Those who guilt stains it equals.

Guilt was never a rational thing; it distorts all the faculties of the human mind, it perverts them, it leaves a man no longer in the free use of hisreason, it puts him into confusion

The guilty mind debases the great image that it wears, and levels us with brutes.

Guilt is abscent when the act is justified

God hath yoked to guilt her pale tormentor,–misery.

The more sinful and guilty a person tends to feel,the less chance there is that he will bea happy, healthy, or law-abiding citizen.He will become a compulsive wrong-doer.

The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness

I am having so much fun performing, I feel almost guilty. I think, my God, I hope no one comes and busts me for this.

How tedious is a guilty conscience

Guilt is the source of sorrows,the avenging fiend that followsus behind with whips and stings.

Every guilty person is his own hangman.

Guilt hath very quick ears to an accusation.

Let no guilty man escape, if it can be avoided. No personal consideration should stand in the way of performing a public duty.

Guilt is anger directed at ourselves

How guilt once harbour’d in the conscious breast , Intimidates the brave, degrades the great.

Where all are guilty, no one is; confessions of collective guilt are the best possible safeguard against the discovery of culprits, and the very magnitude of the crime the best excuse for doing nothing.

He that is conscious of guilt cannot bear the innocence of others: So they will try to reduce all others to their own level.