Quotes About Integrity

Remember, work, well-done, does good to the man who did it. It makes him a better man

His very regard for truth melts at last into a perversion of truth.

Upon my word, I think the truth is the hardest missile one can be pelted with.

How can one ever do anything nobly Christian, living among people with such petty thoughts?

I shall do everything it becomes me to do.

I call it improper pride to let fool's notions hinder you from doing a good action. There's no sort of work, said Caleb, with fervor, putting out his hand and moving it up and down to mark his emphasis, that could ever be done well, if you minded what fools say. You must have it inside you that your plan is right, and that plan you must follow.

I think any hardship is better than pretending to do what one is paid for, and never really doing it.

Conscience is harder than our enemies, knows more, accuses with more nicety.

There's folks as make bad butter and trusten to the salt t' hide it.

A man vows, and yet will not east away the means of breaking his vow. Is it that he distinctly means to break it? Not at all; but the desires which tend to break it are at work in him dimly, and make their way into his imagination, and relax his muscles in the very moments when he is telling himself over again the reasons for his vow.

The prevarication and white lies which a mind that keeps itself ambitiously pure is as uneasy under as a great artist under the false touches that no eye detects but his own, are worn as lightly as mere trimming when once the actions have become a lie.

He was one of those men, and they are not the commonest, of whom we can know the best only by following them away from the marketplace, the platform, and the pulpit, entering with them into their own homes, hearing the voice with which they speak to the young and aged about their own hearthstone, and witnessing their thoughtful care for the everyday wants of everyday companions, who take all their kindness as a matter of course, and not as a subject for panegyric.

So I am content to tell my simple story, without trying to make things seem better than they were; dreading nothing, indeed, but falsity, which, in spite of one's best efforts, there is reason to dread.

He has got no good red blood in his body, said Sir James. No. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass, and it was all semicolons and parenthesis, said Mrs. Cadwallader.

Even much stronger mortals than Fred Vincy hold half their rectitude in the mind of the being they love best.

It was a constant source of irritation to him that the public men on his side were, on the whole, not conspicuously better than the public men on the other side.

Indeed we are most of us brought up in the notion that the highest motive for not doing a wrong is something irrespective of the beings who would suffer the wrong.

He has got no good red blood in his body, said Sir James. No. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying glass, and it was all semicolons and parentheses, said Mrs. Cadwallader.

The prevarication and white lies which a mind that keeps itself ambitiously pure is as uneasy under as a great artist under the false touches that no eye detects but his own, are worn as lightly as mere trimmings when once the actions have become a lie.

It is a woman's duty not to lower herself.

I hold it a crime to expose a man's sin unless I'm clear it must be done to save the innocent

To point out other people's errors was a duty that Mr. Bulstrode rarely shrank from

porque nada me dá mais a volta às tripas do que um homem que prega a sua religião sem dar descanso a ninguém e que apregoa que os dez mandamentos para ele não chegam, ao mesmo tempo que é pior do que metade dos que estão no degredo.

We know he had suffered keenly from the belief that there was a tinge of dishonour in his lot; but there are some cases, and his was one of them, in which the sense of injury breeds not the will to inflict injuries and climb over them as a ladder, but a hatred of all injury.