I have come to the conclusion that none of us in our generation feels as guilty about sin as we should or as our forefathers did.
I'm getting very old and my bones ache. My sins are deserting me, and if I could only have my time over again I'd take care to commit more of them.
He [man] knows that when he is not what he ought to be; when he does what he ought not to do; or omits what he ought to do, he is chargeable with sin
He tasted like sin made into wine: dark, heady, and impossible to resist.
Sins of commission are far more productive of happiness than the sins of omission.
I felt like an animal, and animals don't know sin, do they?
Submission to poverty is the unpardonable sin against the body. Submission to unhappiness is the unpardonable sin against the spirit.
Whatever sin the heart of man is most prone to, that the devil will help forward.
I have found this to be true, that one sin begets a dozen others.
. . . we grapple with this 'law of sin' (Rom. 8:2) and expel it from our body, establishing in its place the surveillance of the intellect. Through this surveillance we prescribe what is fitting for every faculty of the soul and every member of the body. For the senses we prescribe what they should take into account and to what extent they should do so, and this exercise of the spiritual law is called self-control.
Sexual pleasure is not a sin. Nor is it a sacrament. It is your right as a human being to exercise as you see fit. It's amazing that I feel the need to say this, but, given our times, I do.
Withholding information that would get innocent people killed was the right thing to do, not a journalistic sin.
Without that freedom to sin there is also no freedom to love.
True repentance hates the sin, and not merely the penalty; and it hates the sin most of all because it has discovered and felt God's love.
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 worth committing.
In art, the obvious is a sin.
The abominable effort to take one’s sins with one to paradise.
A 'sin' is something which is not necessary.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
Mine. You're mine, Sin. No one else will ever touch you, do you understand? You belong to me. You'll bond with me. ~Con