I have committed many sins in my life. This precise sin-the sin against poets-is without absolution.

In best understandings, sin began, Angels sinned first, then Devils, and then Man.

It's harder to confess the sin that no one believes in Than the crime that everyone can appreciate. For the crime is in relation to the law And the sin is in relation to the sinner.

A curse seemed to hang over the family, making men sin in spite of themselves and bringing suffering and death down upon the innocent as well as the guilty.

We do ourselves wrong, and too meanly estimate the holiness above us, when we deem that any act or enjoyment good in itself, is not good to do religiously.

Really to sin you have to be serious about it.

The mind sins, not the body; if there is no intention, there is no blame.

People are no longer sinful, they are only immature or underprivileged or frightened or, more particularly, sick.

Sin is a dangerous toy in the hands of the virtuous. It should be left to the congenitally sinful, who know when to play with it and when to let it alone.

The public scandal is what constitutes the offence: sins sinned in secret are no sins at all.