When I speak of a man growing in grace, I mean simply this – that his sense of sin is becoming deeper, his faith stronger, his hope brighter, his love more extensive, his spiritual mindedness more marked.

If you and sin are friends, you and God are not yet reconciled.

The blood of Christ can cleanse away all sin. But we must ‘plead guilty’ before God can declare us innocent.

I maintain that to tell a person they are born again, while they are living in carelessness or sin, is a dangerous delusion.

That sin will never stand firm which is heartily prayed against….We must spread out all our case before our heavenly Physician, if He is to give us daily relief.

Sin, in short, is that vast moral disease which affects the whole human race, of every rank and class and name and nation and people and tongue, a disease from which there never was but one born of woman that was free. Need I say that One was Christ Jesus the Lord?

It is a true saying of good Archbishop Leighton: ‘The way of sin is down hill; a man cannot stop when he would.

How can we love sin, when we remember that because of our sins Jesus died?

To say that reunion with Rome would be an insult to our martyred Reformers is a very light thing; it is far more than this: it would be sin and an offense against God!

Christ is never fully valued, until sin is clearly seen. We must know the depth and malignity of our disease, in order to appreciate the great Physician.

HATE SIN! Instead of loving it, cleaving to it, excusing it, playing with it, we ought to hate it with a deadly hatred.

The heart that has really tasted the grace of Christ, will instinctively hate sin.

Ha-shem to do His dirty work, namely, punishing sin. It can be read that Mastema, not Adonai.

If there is such a thing as sin in this world, I think it must be shutting oneself up against hope.

I can take credit for only two things: pride and sin.

I was rather hoping we could live happily in sin for a very long time.

Denial of childhood and denial of freedom are the biggest sins which humankind has been committing and perpetuating for ages.

Scientists aren’t responsible for the facts that are in nature. . . . If anyone should have a sense of sin, it’s God. He put the facts there.

The reason why a bad philosophy leads to such hell is that it is what you think and want and treasure and foster in times of preparation that determine what you do in the pinch, and that it takes an error to father a sin.

I guess none of us will get through this without some terrible sin. This will be mine.

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.

It is impossible to believe that the same God who permitted His own son to die a bachelor regards celibacy as an actual sin.

Poetry simply exists within me, and on my lap; it is the thirst of a submerged childhood. Although the result is bitter and hard, the poetry I make cleanses me of the world’s dust and even the inscrutable, essential vileness similar to what we call original sin.

The religion of Christ means more than the forgiveness of sin; it means taking away our sins, and filling the vacuum with the graces of the Holy Spirit.

We cannot keep ourselves from sin for one moment. Every moment we must be kept by the power of God.

The greatest sin is to do nothing because you can only do a little.

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin.

Being seventy is not a sin.

Certain new theologians dispute original sin, which is the only part of Christian theology which can really be proved.

Cruelty is, perhaps, the worst kind of sin.

To course across more kindly waters now my talent’s little vessel lifts her sails, leaving behind herself a sea so cruel; and what I sing will be that second kingdom, in which the human soul is cleansed of sin, becoming worthy of ascent to Heaven.

I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.

No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.

He [Christ] died for me. He made His righteousness mine and made my sin His own; and if He made my sin His own, then I do not have it, and I am free.

Strange, though I am saved from sin, I am not saved from sinning.

Nothing is a greater stranger to my breast, or a sin that my soul more abhors, than that black and detestable one, ingratitude.

When it comes to finances, remember that there are no withholding taxes on the wages of sin.

Waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding.

A different lover is not a sin.