Sin

Ceremonies in themselves are not sin; but whoever supposes that he can attain to life either by baptism or by partaking of bread is still in superstition.

Our hearts must not only be broken with sorrow, but be broken from sin, to constitute repentance.

There is no heart without remorse, no life without some misfortune, no one but what is something stained with sin.

In our obsession with original sin, we have forgotten Original Innocence.

Wisdom is the ability to do good and abandon sin.

Sin writes history; goodness is silent.

If we devoted as much energy to getting away from sin as we do to getting away with sin, how much nobler we would become.

Idleness leads first to boredom, then to sin.

It is not sin that kills the soul, but impenitence.

No hell will frighten men away from sin; no dread of prospective misery; only goodness can cast hell out of any man, and set up the kingdom of heaven within.

Sorrow is sin’s echo, and as the echo answers the voice best where there are broken walls and ruined buildings to return it, so is sorrow when reverberated by a broken ruined heart.

To forgive sin is not an act of injustice, though the punishment have been threatened. Even amongst men, though the promise of good bind the promiser; yet threats, that is to say, promises of evil, bind them not; much less shall they bind God, who is infinitely more merciful than men.

We are saved from nothing if we are not saved from sin. Little sins are pioneers of hell. The backslider begins with what he foolishly considers trifling with little sins. There are no little sins.

There’ll be no night in Heav’n,
In that blest world above;
No anxious toil, no weary hours;
For labor there is love.

There’ll be no sorrow there,
There’ll be no sorrow there,
In Heav’n above, where all is love,
There’ll be no sorrow there.

There’ll be no grief in Heav’n,
For life is one glad day,
And tears are those of former things
Which all have passed way.

There’ll be no sin in Heav’n;
Behold that blessèd throng,
All holy in their spotless robes,
All holy in their song.

It is easier to acknowledge one's sin than one's fault.

The very inclination to sin entails penalties.

The biggest sin is sitting on your ass.

From obedience and submission spring all other virtues, as all sin does form self-opinion.

Inquiry is a duty, and error in research is not a sin.

It is a mistake to base one’s hopes for happiness upon the enforcement of security and equality. In principle, both desires are insatiable... No individual or society is secure in a world of emergent probability and sin... To exercise liberty is to take risks, to embrace uncertainties.