My only sin, and it’s an enormous one, is that my conscience does not accuse me of anything.
It’s amazing how people get an attack of conscience when they’re safely tucked away in their beds.
You can grow someone’s strength or power, but you can’t grow a corresponding conscience. There’s no pill for that.
I have a conscience. It’s… just more selective.
A conscience is nice, but business is business.
You assert a fabulous moral conscience. This adherence to unwritten law, yet, time and again, it devastates the people you claim to hold dear but you don’t stop. Seems to me your conscience has killed more people than I have.[to John]
Conscience has an unmistakable stink to it, sort of like raw onions and morning breath. But a lie stinks even more when it’s coming from someone who isn’t used to lying. It’s more like rotten eggs and horse****.
Conscience gets expensive, doesn’t it?
What humans define as sane is a narrow range of behaviors. Most states of consciousness are insane.
Only men with full bellies have the luxury of conscience.
Nothing gets in the way of me taking care of my family, especially my conscience.[to Wendy]
Conscience do cost.[to Omar]
