I am the who in whodunnit. But I am not the dunnit.

She has committed no crime, she has merely broken a rigid and time-honored code of our society, a code so severe that whoever breaks it is hounded from our midst as unfit to live with....

If silence is the admission of guilt, then she must be really guilty, because last night I asked her a question and instead of answering, she went to sleep for eight hours.

Conviction of sin is one of the rarest things that ever strikes a man. It is the threshold of an understanding of God. Jesus Christ said that when the Holy Spirit came He would convict...

A generous donor (who had no doubt lived a life that imperiled his mortal soul) had granted [the Sisters] more than one hundred waterfront acres.

We drove down Corydon avenue towards my mother’s apartment. How are you doing, she asked me? Fine, fine, I said. I wanted to tell her that I felt I was dying from rage and that...

Condemn you me for that the duke did love me?So may you blame some fair and crystal river, For that some melancholic distracted manHath drowned himself in’t.

There was more than one type of guilt. You might do something horrible that you later regretted. But you could also feel guilty for something you’d not done!

The passive righteousness of faith frees me from passing final judgment on myself.

Your thoughts can torture you-but not the dead. They’ve moved on.

He didn’t deserve compassion. Sympathy. Not even understanding. He deserved worse, far worse than he had ever been given.

Evil originates not in the absence of guilt; but in our effort to escape it.