There are plays to be written, images of order and beauty to be coaxed out of wrack, filth, sin, chaos
You may take one man's sinfulness to be the type and pattern of all
From one sin many may come
I stand above, blessing, forgiving, with lips untwisted by bitterness, brow all alabaster - smooth, a statue
The foul wrong then lay beyond a man's own purposing; there was somewhere, outside time's very beginning, an infinite well of putridity from which body and mind alike were driven, by some force unseen and uncontrollable, to drink
Sin is really only another word for selfishness
The universe exists and somebody had to make it. The whole complex movement of the universe represents order. The Creator loves order and hates chaos. Virtue is order. Sin is chaos ... The sinner often doesn't understand the extent to which he destroys order ... The soul dedicated to order joins the ultimate divine order
That man does not properly understand the nature of sin, thanks to the blinding power of the devil, in no way mitigates the horror of the impact of sin on the pure radience of God
I had said good-bye to my warm, loving mother and elected for cold, uncertainty, sin, the horror of the normal and respectable, their claws, latent but acute
That free will which enables us to sin is the most glorious gift of the Heavenly Father
Love is great and the professing of love is not done lightly
A man's sexuality is his own business
We have all sinned ... if we do not sin how can we be redeemed?
Popularity is a siren singing on a rock. It is never a thing to be aimed for, not in my opinion
Action was what was missing from the original novel, and this had to be coldly injected, like adrenalin
Nature ignored or ill-treated has a way of expressing her resentment
At fifteen my mind was set on learning. At thirty my character had been formed. At forty I had no more perplexities. At fifty I knew the Mandate of Heaven. At sixty I was at ease with whatever I heard. At seventy I could follow my heart's desire without transgressing moral principles.
There is also this benefit in brag, that the speaker is unconsciously expressing his own ideal. Humor him by all means, draw it all out, and hold him to it.
If others have sinned you need not mention it.
We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.
We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.
After silence, music comes closest to expressing the inexpressible.
Businesses may come and go, but religion will last forever, for in no other endeavor does the consumer blame himself for product failure.
ELECELLERATION: Pressing an elevator button a lot to speed it up.
Don't forget until too late that the business of life is not