The guilty think all talk is of themselves.
A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.
Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.
Everyone in daily life carries such a heavy, mixed burden on his own conscience that he is reluctant to penalize those who have been caught.
What we call real estate is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.
How extraordinary it is that one feels most guilt about the sins one is unable to commit.
It is rascally to steal a purse, daring to steal a million, and a proof of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.
It is quite gratifying to feel guilty if you haven’t done anything wrong: how noble! Whereas it is rather hard and certainly depressing to admit guilt and to repent.
Nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man conscious of guilt.
Glory built on selfish principles is shame and guilt.