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Lies and silence - two of serious sin which especially grew luxuriantly in the modern human society. We really have to tell lies or keep silent.
But on the other hand, if we all year round talked about, and only the truth and nothing but the truth - then how do we know the truth and would have lost all its value...

Each people have their own characteristics, their distinctive traits, each with their virtues and vices, each of your mortal sin.

Neporyadochen all people do for God - it they did not dare to sin.
Another option:
Bezchestie people about their God: he does not dare to sin.

Like most sinners, she decided to postpone repentance until tomorrow.

Not the sinner to judge the severity of his actions.

According to the principle: he praises three years as the go spat... That's why I can't take religion too fathers themselves praised. While talking about the eternal, and feel the breath of eternity; but how switch to human Affairs - human so all of them are pret... We are the most wonderful, we even sin, because our repentance will be heard by the Lord first, and no to the Church and its selfless humility of the item you trash, dust camp... that is, sorry, earth... God is not to contact...

The only difference between the Saint and the sinner is that every Saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

Thou shalt not commit adultery, do not steal, do not lie, do not drink. But if you're in love, then adultery is not a sin, and if you steal, then that doth steal, to cheat death - not a lie, and to drink, you can, but in the moments that take your breath away!

Poverty is not a Vice. Whether it is a defect, it wouldn't be ashamed.

But the secret sin! It is a hardened heart that says, "I won't tell anyone, I'll keep it to myself, and no one will ever know!" Think about it, brothers and sisters! It is easy to say to yourself: "I will keep this little dirty secret, it's nobody's business, and to me it would do no harm!" To say so and not see then ulcers of decay, which is cluttered with secret sin... disease that begins to corrode the soul...

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-Lee-TA: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the sky, to the third hustled on the teeth. Lo. Lee. TA.

Bless me, father, I have sinned! Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-very much! No, I'm not kidding, I'm a big sinner!

Terrible is not a sin, but after the shamelessness of sin.

Heaven rejoices more for one repentant sinner than a hundred righteous who never sinned.