It was not intended as a compliment. It was a confession. Now that I have made it, something seems to have gone out of me. Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words.
It was not intended as a compliment. It was a confession. Now that I have made it, something seems to have gone out of me. Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words.
It is confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
Who is that man over there I don't know him. What is he doing Is he a conspirator Have you searched him Give him till tomorrow to confess, then hang him -- hang him
Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect - simply a confession of failures
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