And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.

...and yet could swear it was just then that I fell in love. It wasn't, of course, simply the onions -- it was the sudden sense of an individual woman, of a frankness that was so often later to make me happy and miserable.

Lust is not the worst thing. It is because any day, any time, lust may turn into love that we have to avoid it. And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.

Our worst enemies here are not the ignorant and simple, however cruel; our worst enemies are the intelligent and corrupt

God created a number of possibilities in case some of his prototypes failed - that is the meaning of evolution.

I couldn't have thought of her more. Even vacancy was crowded with her.

Fun... human nature... does no one any harm... Regular as clockwork the old excuses came back into the alert, sad and dissatisfied brain--nothing ever matched the deep excitement of the regular desire. Men always failed you when it came to the act. She might just as well have been to the pictures.