I am not yet born; forgive me For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words When they speak me, my thoughts when they think me, My treason engendered by traitors beyond me, My life when they murder by means of my Hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born; O hear me. Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the clubfooted ghoul come near me.

O early one morning I walked out like Agag, Early one morning to walk through the fire Dodging the pythons that leaked on the pavements With tinkle of glasses …

Some on commission, some for the love of learning, Some because they have nothing better to do Or because they hope these walls of books will deaden The drummi…

'Man's sin is in his failure to live what he is. Being the master of the earth, man forgets that he is the servant of God.'

I do not believe in forgiveness as it is preached by the church. We do not need the forgiveness of God, but of each other and of ourselves. If I rob Mr. Smith …

Had I not sinned what would there be for you to pardon. My fate has given you the opportunity for mercy.