I live in sin, to kill myself I live; no longer my life my own, but sin's; my good is given to me by heaven, my evil by myself, by my free will, of which I am deprived.

My mistakes are my life.

By daily dying, I have come to be.

Give me my sin again.

My sin grew sleek on my excesses.

When I confessed my sins, I labored to remember the time when and the place where I committed them. And when I had confessed them, I cried to God to know if my confession was accepted; and by crying to God continually I traveled out of my loss.

We who burrow in filth every day may be forgiven perhaps the one sin that ends all sins.

Wash me O Lord for my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. For I acknowledge my transgressions, and my sin is always before me. Against you, you only, have I sinned, and done this evil in your sight. That you may be found just when you speak, and blameless when you judge.

In there, religion nodded knowingly, 'Confess every sin, all of them, lay your heart before God, you will feel lighter.' I tried but I also kept sinning, so the light never came-

Resolved, to confess frankly to myself all that which I find in myself, either infirmity or sin; and, if it be what concerns religion, also to confess the whole case to God, and implore needed help.

When it happens that I am more moved by the song than the thing which is sung, I confess that I sin in a manner deserving punishment

Nothing, then, would prevent him henceforth from living his life, a purely secular life, according to his nature and his habits, without having to ask himself at every moment whether what he had done was displeasing to God or not. And since he was no longer the sinner whose life, as soon as he acted by his own powers, was but sin, he would be able to enumerate separately the sins which he had committed on a particular occasion.

If the life we live in this world is wholly for Christ, it is a life of daily surrender.

Is there not a sort of remorse that precedes sin? Was it remorse at the very fact that I existed?