Just as a tested and rugged virtue of the moral hero is worth more than the lovely, tender, untried innocence of the child, so is the massive strength of a soul that has conquered truth for itself worth more than the soft peach-bloom faith of a soul that takes truth on trust.
Experience, which destroys innocence, also leads one back to it.
Innocence dwells with wisdom, but never with ignorance.
In the government you called civilized, the happiness of the people is constantly sacrificed to the splendor of the empire. Hence the origin of your codes of criminal and civil laws; hence your dungeons and prisons. We have no prisons; we have no written laws; and yet judges are as highly revered among us as they are among you, and their decisions are as much regarded. We have among us no exalted villains above the control of our laws. Daring wickedness is here never allowed to triumph over helpless innocence. The estates of widows and orphans are never devoured by enterprising swindlers. We have no robbery under the pretext of law.
Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.
Obscurity and innocence, twin sisters, escape temptations which would pierce their gossamer armor in contact with the world.
Prudery is the innocence of the vicious - external sanctity, assumed as a cover for internal laxity.
There is a heroic innocence, as well as a heroic courage.
Fear, if it be not immoderate, puts a guard about us that does watch and defend us; but credulity keeps us naked, and lays us open to all the sly assaults of ill-intending men: it was a virtue when man was in his innocence; but since his fall, it abuses those that own it.
In our obsession with original sin, we have forgotten Original Innocence.
Innocence is its own defense.
Innocence is ignorance.
The exactest vigilance and caution can never maintain a single day of unmingled innocence, much less can the utmost efforts of incorporated mind reach the summits of speculative virtue.
Individualism is rather like innocence; there must be something unconscious about it.
The most effective coquetry is innocence.
No one is safe from slander. The best way is to pay no attention to it, but live in innocence and let the world talk.
Of what is great, one must either be silent, or speak with greatness - that means cynically and with innocence.
Whoever blushes is already guilty; true innocence is ashamed of nothing.
The enemy is single selfishness and compulsive greed... I think the enemy comes to us with the face of innocence and says to us: “I am your friend.”
Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it; when innocence and bold truth are always ready for expression.