Nonsense remains nonsense even when we talk it about God.
The longest way round is the shortest way home. (Quoting Alexander MacLaren, The Wearied Christ and Other Sermons)
[Something] does not rise to the dignity of error.
We have a strange illusion that mere time cancels sin.
The great thing with unhappy times is to take them bit by bit, hour by hour, like an illness. It is seldom the present, the exact present, that is unbearable.
Not to be, but to seem, virtuous - it is a formula whose utility we all discovered in the nursery.