Sin, if anything, is weakness.

Let us rejoice in our strength, whilst we have it.

The end of course will come, but it is a wise man's part not to heed the inevitable.

Let us live whilst it is called to-day; we shall go to sleep with all the better conscience for having used the hours of daylight." Maud listened with head bent.
"My own temperament," Waymark went on, "is, I suppose, exceptional, at all events among men who have an inner life.

I never knew what goes by the name of religious feeling; impulses of devotion, in the common sense of the phrase, have always been strange to me.