Narrow is the mansion of my soul; enlarge Thou it, that Thou mayest enter in. It is ruinous; repair Thou it. It has that within which must offend Thine eyes; I confess and know it. But who shall cleanse it? or to whom should I cry, save Thee? Lord, cleanse me from my secret faults, and spare Thy servant from the power of the enemy. I believe, and therefore do I speak.
Saint AugustineNothing so casts down the manly mind from it's height as the fondling of women and those bodily contacts which belong to the married state.
Saint AugustineSlavery is not penal in character and planned by that law which commands the preservation of the natural order and forbids disturbance.
Saint Augustine