We first become salesmen as children in the confession booths of our parents.
A true confession: I believe in a soluble fish.
I went to the priest for confession, but he didn’t do it.
Wait for that wisest of all counselores, Time.
It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one.
Hearing nuns’ confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.
Maturity is when you’re able to say, ‘It’s not just them. It’s me.
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