Sin is the ruin and misery of the soul; it is destructive in its nature; and if God should leave it without restraint, there would need nothing else to make the soul perfectly miserable.

And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.

What a brutish master sin is, taking the joy from one's life, stealing money and health, giving promise of tomorrow's pleasures, and finally leading one onto the rotten planking that overlies the mouth of the pit.

Sow a thought, reap an action.

And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.

Sin does to a life what shears do to a flower. A cut at the stem separates a flower from the source of life. Initially the flower is attractive, still colorful and strong. But watch that flower over a period of time, and the leaves will wilt and the petals will drop. No matter what you do, the flower will never live again.

We all have a terminal disease far worse than cancer that will kill us morally and spiritually. It's called sin.

Every manifestation of evil is the result of basic sin—sin that has remained unchanged since the moment it first entered the human race.

There are no new sins—only new sinners. There are no new crimes—only new criminals, No new evils—only new evildoers. No new pleasures—only new pleasure seekers. We must distinguish between wholesome, God-ordained pleasure and sinful, worldly pleasure.

Our souls have a disease. It causes all the troubles and difficulties in the world. It causes all the troubles, confusions, and disillusionments in your own life. The name of the disease is . . . sin.

The Bible says there is a certain pleasure in sin. However, it is short-lived and fatal.

There is a difference between sin and sins. Sin is the root; sins are the fruit.