Quotes About Morality

If you give to a thief he cannot steal from you, and he is then no longer a thief.

Cowards are nice, they're interesting, they're gentle, they wouldn't think of shooting down people in a parade from a tower. They want to live, so they can see their kids. They're very brave.

This above all - to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as night follows day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

Conscience is a thousand swords.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;And vice sometime's by action dignified.

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile;Filths savor but themselves.

Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just,And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel,Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

Sir Toby: Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?Clown: Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too.

For in the fatness of these pursy timesVirtue itself of vice must pardon beg.

Didst thou never hearThat things ill got had ever bad success?

There live not three good men unhanged in England, and one of them is fat and grows old.

A politician… one that would circumvent God.

Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.

A woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not.

A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.

Nature her custom holds,Let shame say what it will.

See, sons, what things you are!How quickly nature falls into revoltWhen gold becomes her object!

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deedsMakes ill deeds done!

Conscience is but a word that cowards use,Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe.

But virtue, as it never will be mov'd,Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,Will sate itself in a celestial bed,And prey on garbage.