Quotes About Ethics

Only actions can be crimes. Let us repeat that one: emotions are never wrong; only actions can be wrong. Emotions are an expression of our emotional truth, and truth cannot be wrong. Nor do they need to be justified. They just need to be felt. Remember

To be an ethical slut you need to have very good boundaries that are clear, strong, flexible, and, above all, conscious.

There's nothing cure or funny or lovable about being cheap. It's a total turn-off.

If cats were double the size they are now, they'd probably be illegal.

In the future, torture will once again become the recreational sport of the rich.

Technology favors horrible people.

God and Scripture alone are to be our standard of conduct and character.

a decision can be legally correct and still be unjust.

Mace Brown calmly walked over, put his arm on Carlton's shoulder, and looked into his filthy, sweat-streaked face. 'Son, I want to tell you something my daddy told me a long time ago,' he drawled. 'If you hadn't wanted to work, you oughtn't have hired out.' The words struck Carlton like a foul tip off the face mask. It sounded like one of the most profound statements of truth and essence he had ever heard.

A man's religion and love life were nobody else's concern so long as neither of them gouged out some innocent bystander's eyes.

He believed the best use of human beings was as compost or incubators.

unpredictable. No conscience; no remorse.

Battle not with monsters, Lest ye become a monster. And if you gaze into the abyss, The abyss gazes back into you." —Friedrich Nietzsche, German philosopher

A man does what he must—in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures—and that is the basis of all human morality." —Winston Churchill

There was an old joke that had always struck Delamater as defining of the human species. A man asks a woman if she would sleep with him for ten million dollars. She agrees. He then asks if she would sleep with him for a dollar. She is aghast. "What kind of woman do you take me for?" she asks. To that, the man responds, "We have established what you are, madam. Now we're just haggling over the price.

The mother of all fake news. You may have seen fake news before, but nothing like what I'm on the verge of perfecting. Soon, I'll be able to make videos showing sweet little Paigey here kicking puppies to death. Or screwing a roomful of tattooed bikers. Or praising Hitler. And the videos will look so real—so perfect—a forensic scientist will vouch for their authenticity. And seeing is believing. The potency of this tool will be astonishing.

Sometimes there are no good decisions, only impossible ones. Which doesn't—necessarily—make those forced to make these decisions evil.

What's more likely, that someone found a way to hack this unhackable system? Or that Isaac Jordan willingly killed thousands of people?

Are you kidding?" said Girdler. "Politicians would sell their daughters to male prisons to hold on to power. As far as I've been able to tell, they're the lowest form of life on the planet." "Lower than pond scum?" asked Heather with a twinkle in her eye. "Comparing them to pond scum is an insult to pond scum," said Girdler emphatically.

Would a coward or a thief remain a coward or a thief, even if his memory slate was wiped clean? Or could he somehow become courageous and noble? Could not knowing you had a history of cowardice allow you to suddenly become brave? Were bravery and altruism learned qualities or innate ones?

Truth and reality had come to mean very little when compared to political correctness and political expediency.

Wortzman displayed Nietzsche's words to remind him of the need to cling to his own humanity as tightly as he could, despite the temptations to do otherwise. He turned toward them now, re-reading them as he had done on so many occasions. Battle not with monsters, Lest ye become a monster. And if you gaze into the abyss, The abyss gazes back into you.

In the early days of our ascent, being a prolific liar would have gotten you shunned from the tribe.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions," said Boyd. "So is the road to heaven," she countered. "Which road we might be on is in the eye of the beholder.