Even the highest forms of sacrificial worship present much that is repulsive to modern ideas, and in particular it requires an effort to reconcile our imagination to the bloody ritual which is prominent in almost every religion which has a strong sense of sin.

To us sin has not become any less of a mystery or a pain.

But quite honestly I can't help being a passionate football supporter. If that's my sin, I'm guilty.

The roots of racism lie deep in man's nature, wounded and bruised by original sin.

The worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essence of inhumanity.

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

By that sin fell the angels.

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.

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.

The only sin passion can commit is to be joyless.

I don't think that sin and pursuing happiness are not necessarily the same thing.

I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.