A bad apology is worse than no apology. A good apology is like an antibiotic. A bad apology is like rubbing salt in a wound.
I grow old though pleased with my memories the tasks I can no longer complete Are balanced by the love of the tasks gone past. I offer no apology only this plea: When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end, please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt That I might keep some child warm. And some old person with no one else to talk to Will hear my whispers and cuddle near.
The continually progressive change to which the meaning of words is subject, the want of a universal language which renders translation necessary, the errors to which translations are again subject, the mistakes of copyists and printers, together with the possibility of willful alteration, are of themselves evidences that the human language, whether in speech or in print, cannot be the vehicle of the Word of God. The Word of God exists in something else.