The bite of conscience, like the bite of a dog into a stone, is a stupidity.

The sting of conscience, like the gnawing of a dog at a bone, is mere foolishness

I know my fate. One day there will be associated with my name the recollection of something frightful / of a crisis like no other before on earth, of the profoundest collision of conscience, of a decision evoked against everything that until then had been believed in, demanded, sanctified. I am not a man I am dynamite.

To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity.

If we train our conscience, it kisses us while it hurts us.

A bad conscience is easier to cope with than a bad reputation.