It is reason, principle, conscience, the inhabitant of the breast, the
man within, the great judge and arbiter of our conduct. It is he who,
whenever we are about to act so as to affect the happiness of others,
calls to us, with a voice capable of astonishing the most presumptuous
of our passions, that we are but one of the multitude, in no respect
better than any other in it; and that when we prefer ourselves so
shamefully and so blindly to others, we become the proper objects of
resentment, abhorrence, and execration
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