The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that’s the essence of inhumanity.
Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world’s original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, History would have been different.
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 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?
Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.
Sin was not created by God; it was created by us when we tried to transform what was inevitable into something subjective. We ceased to see the whole and came to see just one part; and that part is loaded with guilt, rules, good versus evil, and each side thinking it’s right.[O pecado não foi criado por Deus, foi criado por nós quando tentamos transformar o que era absoluto em algo relativo. Deixamos de ver o todo e passamos a ver apenas uma parte; e essa parte vem carregada de culpa, regras, bons lutando contra os maus e cada lado achando que está certo.]
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.