We may all be inclined to think of man’s countless foolish and selfish intentions, his twisted and mischievous words and deeds. From all these, sin can be known, as a tree can be known from its fruits. Yet these outward signs are not sin itself, the wages of which are death. Sin is not confined […]
Compound for sins, they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to.
And the longer you delay, the more your sin gets strength and rooting. If you cannot bend a twig, how will you be able to bend it when it is a tree?
A sense of humor keen enough to show a man his own absurdities will keep him from the commission of all sins, or nearly all, save those that are worth committing.
“The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.” (Shakespeare) At any rate, the sinner has a better chance than the saint of being hereafter remembered. We, in whom original sin preponderates, find him easier to understand.
Pleasures a sin, and sometimes sin’s a pleasure.
Not only the worst of my sins, but the best of my duties speak me a child of Adam.
There are only three sins – causing pain, causing fear, and causing anguish. The rest is window dressing.
Christian, n.: One who believes that the New Testament is a divinely inspired book admirably suited to the spiritual needs of his neighbor. One who follows the teachings of Christ in so far as they are not inconsistent with a life of sin.
Pleasure’s a sin, and sometimes Sin’s a pleasure.