You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food. You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?
Mockingbirds don’t do one thing except make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.
You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.
We are almost inspired with a wish to sin, when such care is taken to hinder us.[C’est nous inspirer presque un desir de pécher, Que montrer tant de soins de nous en empêcher.]
Toil is man’s allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that’s more than either, the grief and sin of idleness.
There is only one sin. And that is theft… When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth.
The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that’s the essence of inhumanity.
The scandal of the world is what makes the offence; and sinning in private is sinning at all.[Le scandale du monde est ce qui fait l’offense, Et ce n’est pas pécher que pécher en silence.]
The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial. Beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich.
The possession of wealth leads almost inevitably to its abuse. It is the chief, if not the only, cause of evils which desolate this world below. The thirst for gold is responsible for the most regrettable lapses into sin.