Quotes
Quotes about Sin
Homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report sometimes he did "go from door to door and sing ballads, with a company of boys about him."
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand When his fair angels would salute by palm, But for my hand, as unattempted yet, Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich. Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary.
Thou beginnest better than thou endest. The last is inferior to the first. [Lat., Coepisti melius quam desinis. Ultima primis cedunt.]
Whatever begins, also ends. [Lat., Quicquid coepit, et desinit.]
A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.
Does there, I wonder, exist a being who has read all, or approximately all, that the person of average culture is supposed to have read, and that not to have read is a social sin? If such a being does exist, surely he is an old, a very old man.
They called the wind lackadaisical.. but because he in freedom blows the world will never lack for daisies.. (to Laurie Otto Milwaukee Wisconsin advocate of wild lawns) http://www.epa.gov/greenacres http://www.egroups.com/messages/nomow108/1.
That all-softening, overpowering knell, The tocsin of the soul--the dinner bell.
While the steeples are loud in their joy, To the tune of the bells' ring-a-ding, Let us chime in a peal, one and all, For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo.
And the Sabbath bell, That over wood and wild and mountain dell Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy With sounds most musical, most melancholy.
Hark, how chimes the passing bell! There's no music to a knell; All the other sounds we hear, Flatter, and but cheat our ear. This doth put us still in mind That our flesh must be resigned, And, a general silence made, The world be muffled in a shade. [Orpheus' lute, as poets tell, Was but moral of this bell, And the captive soul was she, Which they called Eurydice, Rescued by our holy groan, A loud echo to this tone.]
Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones.
Wisdom is better than weapons of war: but one sinner destroyeth much good.
The words of wise men are heard in quiet more than the cry of him that ruleth among fools. Wisdom is better than weapons of war: but one sinner destroyeth much good.
Bigotry's birthplace is the sinister back room of the mind where plots and schemes are hatched for the persecution and oppression of other human beings.
Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early mornings are strangely silent where once they were filled with the beauty of bird song.
Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.
I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament; Adversity is the blessing of the New.
Blessing star forth forever; but a curse Is like a cloud--it passes.
For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd, In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless'd.
Like birds, whose beauties languish half concealed, Till, mounted on the wing, their glossy plumes Expanded, shine with azure, green and gold; How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
Amid my list of blessings infinite, Stands this the foremost, "That my heart has bled."
