Quotes About Integrity

O, that's a brave man! He writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely

Use them after your own honour and dignity; the less they deserve, the more merit in your bounty. - Hamlet to Polonius

An overflow of good converts to bad.

Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sound reverbs no hollowness.

In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.

Too nice, and yet too true!

Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this world needs to fear no colours.

Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition

I thrice presented him a kingly crown. Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?

The abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.

O shame! where is thy blush?

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'er-step not the modesty of nature;

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article. --Othello, Act III, Scene iii

For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In complement extern 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at I am not what I am.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness!

it is not enough to speak, but to speak true

Soft you; a word or two before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know't.— No more of that.—I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but

His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth: What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent; And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of Death.

Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak when power to flattery bows?

Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves, Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths

I yet beseech your majesty,-- If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak,--that you make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, That hath deprived me of your grace and favour; But even for want of that for which I am richer, A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not, though not to have it Hath lost me in your liking.

O! never say that I was false of heart

If I lose my honor, I lose myself.