Comforts corrode our consciences

I was disappointed that the chamber didn't recognize that members do vote their consciences.

Learn, O saints! From what has been said, to sit loose to all your worldly comforts; and stand ready prepared to part with everything, when God shall require it at your hand.

Our consciences are littered like an old attic with the junk of sheer conviction.

These pipes are mostly made of cast iron or steel, and over a period of years they start to corrode.

My art flatters nobody by imitation; it courts nobody by smoothness, tickles nobody by petiteness... there is no finish in nature.