All sins tend to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is damnation.
To abstain from sin when one can no longer sin is to be forsaken by sin, not to forsake it.
True Civilization does not lie in gas, nor in steam, nor in turn-tables. It lies in the reduction of the traces of original sin.
Who are you to condemn another's sin? He who condemns sin becomes part of it, espouses it.
But if you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door. It desires to have you, but you must master it. [Genesis 4:7]
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Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a blame to any people.
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For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. [Romans 3:23]
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He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone.
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But if you will not do so, behold, you have sinned against the Lord, and be sure your sin will find you out. [Numbers 32:23]
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One leak will sink a ship: and one sin will destroy a sinner.
SIN: Self-Inflicted Nonsense
If there is sin against life, it consists in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.
The first sin in our universe was Lucifer's self conceit.
A private sin is not so prejudicial in this world, as a public indecency.
Sin in this country has been always said to be rather calculating than impulsive.
Those of us who were brought up as Christians and have lost our faith have retained the sense of sin without the saving belief in redemption. This poisons our thought and so paralyses us in action.
No one was ever scolded out of their sins.
Preachers denounce sin as if it was available to everyone.
She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
Sin brought death, and death will disappear with the disappearance of sin.
That which we call sin in others, is experiment for us.
He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil.
Sin is whatever obscures the soul.
For God's sake, if you sin, take pleasure in it, and do it for the pleasure...
A sin is something which is not necessary.
Many of the insights of the saint stem from their experience as sinners.
Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle that fits them all.
God's plan made a hopeful beginning. But man spoiled his chances by sinning. We trust that the story will end in God's glory. But, at present, the other side's winning.
Those who do unlawful acts are no more sinners in the eyes of God than we who think them.
Men are not punished for their for sins, but by them.
Really to sin you have to be serious about it.
God does not treat us as our sins deserve, man treats us as our sins deserve.
For the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one.
Everything that used to be a sin, is now a disease.
People of substance may sin without being exposed for their stolen pleasure; but servants and the poorer sort of women have seldom an opportunity of concealing a big belly, or at least the consequences of it.
Most of us know perfectly well what we ought to do; our trouble is that we do not want to do it.
Christ didn't waste his time trying to change the social order. Christ spent all his time fighting sin. Therefore it behooves the witnesses of Christ to say that we do not have to abolish capitalism and establish socialism or communism, that sin can flourish under those systems as well. Christianity is not opposed to any social order, but to sin.
Sin has always been an ugly word, but it has been made so in a new sense over the last half-century. It has been made not only ugly but passé. People are no longer sinful, they are only immature or underprivileged or frightened or, more particularly, sick.
The only people who should really sin are the people who can sin and grin.
Had I not sinned what would there be for you to pardon. My fate has given you the opportunity for mercy.
— Ovid
There are only two kinds of men: the righteous who think they are sinners and the sinners who think they are righteous.
All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority otherwise called ambition.
If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be!
The sinning is the best part of repentance.
A sin confessed is half forgiven.
All sins cast long shadows.
The just man may sin with an open chest of gold before him.
Make peace with man and war with your sins.
It's sin and not poverty that makes men miserable.
Sins become more subtle as you grow older: you commit sins of despair rather than lust.
Sin is geographical.
Commit a sin twice and it will not seem a crime.
It makes a great deal of difference whether one wills not to sin or has not the knowledge to sin.
— Seneca
A large part of mankind is angry not with the sins, but with the sinners.
— Seneca
I am a man more sinned against than sinning.
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
The essence of all immorality and sin is making ourselves the center around which we subordinate all interest.
Women keep a special corner of their hearts for sins they have never committed.
The saints are the sinners who keep on trying.
Sins cannot be undone, only forgiven.
Sin is sweet in the beginning, but bitter in the end.
Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
We cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway of our virtue.
After the first blush of sin comes its indifference.
If others have sinned you need not mention it
These days, the wages of sin depend on what kind of deal you make with the devil.
The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
What is termed Sin is an essential element of progress. Without it the world would stagnate, or grow old, or become colorless. By its curiosity Sin increases the experience of the race. Through its intensified assertion of individualism it saves us from monotony of type. In its rejection of the current notions about morality, it is one with the higher ethics.
There is no sin except stupidity.
The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret.