Quotes About Ethics

I don't think bad people realize they're bad people. I bet they think they're good people who occasionally do bad. Which begs the question . . . how much bad can a good person do before being considered bad?

I honestly can't believe how people can think they can do dirt and not get dirty. And for those slinging mud ...take a look at your hands.

Christian ethics must be grounded in a rightly conceived eschatology, for what one believes about the future will largely shape how one will live today.

Evil to him who evil thinks,....

I'm unclear on the definition of person the courts have been using. Something that sieves out dolphins but lets corporations slide on through.

I didn't want a world in which I had to choose between blind human babies and tortured monkey ones. To be frank, that's the sort of choice I expect science to protect me from, not give me.

I would not betray a priest, but if you will not act as a priest should, if your miserable little skin is worth more to you than another man's immortal soul, then you have aban doned your vows and you are no priest

Most people are good and occasionally do something they know is bad. Some people are bad and struggle every day to keep it under control. Others are corrupt to the core and don't give a damn, as long as they don't get caught. But evil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes it's good.

I'm not the hero, Mac. Never have been. Never will be. Let us be perfectly clear: I'm not the antihero, either, so quit waiting to discover my hidden potential. There's nothing to redeem me.

Good and evil are merely opposite sides of a coin. Get tossed in the air enough, it's easy to come down on the wrong side.

What is the greater good but tyranny's chameleon?

Evil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes it's good.

Goor or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.

Mom raised us to believe that every lie puts something out there in the world that's inevitably going to come back and bite you in the petunia.

What we achieve at our best moment doesn't say much about who we are. It all boils down to what we become at our worst moment.

Question: When you're one of the few people who can do something to fix a problem, just how responsible does that make you for it? Answer: It's how you choose to answer that question that defines you.

Everywhere I looked, I could see only shades of gray. Black and white were nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we tried to judge things and map out our place in the world in relevance to them. Good and evil, in their purest form, were as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hand as any Fae illusion. We could only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we could no longer see the light.

As he closed the door he said over his shoulder, "Because you're a good lass." A heavy sigh. "And I'm no' a good man.

Could words and symbols wield such power? Could mere scribblings on parchment unmake a person's moral fiber? Weren't we made of sterner stuff?

I know a simple truth: mercy killing doesn't hold one fucking ounce of mercy for those that live.

Once you start splitting hairs, trying to convince yourself some things are more acceptable to destroy, you've already lost the most important war.

Sometimes the most heroic action you can take looks a lot like inaction to the rest of the world. Sometimes the hardest, longest walk is the one the white-hat takes offstage.

You can kill but don't cuss. Break any rule necessary to save the world but don't watch porn or even think about having sex.

Question: When you're one of the few people who can do something to fix a problem, just how responsible does that make you for it? Answer: It's how you choose to answer that question that defines you.