A good conscience is a continued Christmas.

A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength to prevent, it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

Conscience is the voice of the soul; the passions of the body.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; ...

I want to make this perfectly clear: you can be sure that I will never be a yes-man except to my own conscience.

Let his tormentor conscience find him out.

My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.

No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue!