Life itself is neither a good nor an evil: life is where good or evil find a place, depending on how you make it for them.
What we might consider is how we are good rather than how good we are.
I don't want to know anything about your system of ethics. Strength is the morality of the man who stands out from the rest, and it is mine.
In the conduct of life we make use of deliberation to justify ourselves in doing what we want to do.
Too often students are being taught to read as if literature were some kind of ethics class or civics class—or worse, some kind of self-help manual. In fact, the important thing is the way the writer uses the language.
That land is a community is the basic concept of ecology, but that land is to be loved and respected is an extension of ethics.
The question is where are business ethics and morality if one of the parties wants to dishonor a binding contract, just because in retrospect it realizes it could perhaps have got a better price!
Every cause produces more than one effect.
If it is the great delusion of moralists to suppose that all previous ages were less sinful than their own, then it is the great delusion of intellectuals to suppose that all previous ages were less sick.
Ethics: The indispensable interface between my desire to be happy and yours.
You have to get beyond blaming others. . . give up your excuses. . . stand responsible for what you do. . . ultimately, ethics ends up an individual exercise.
The jury had down right contempt for punk rock grass roots ethics.
The science of morality is about maximizing psychological and social health. It's really no more inflammatory than that.
Secure in whom we are, rooted in one particular tradition or none at all, we have no reason to fear discovering God in the truth and wisdom of many traditions. Love casts out fear inviting us into happiness for all people and Creation.
Do not be a magician - be magic!
If you grow up in a WEIRD society, you become so well educated in the ethic of autonomy that you can detect oppression and inequality even where the apparent victims see nothing wrong.
Compulsion precedes morality, indeed morality itself is compulsion for a time, to which one submits for the avoidance of pain.
You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity.
Ethics seems a morass which we have to cross, but get hopelessly bogged in when we make the attempt.
It is customary these days to ignore what should be done in favour of what pleases us.