Or is there really no sin but in thought, and are our sleeping thoughts incapable of sin?

They were sick-and so were the purest of their brethren—with the plague of sin.

Do not let this great and disastrous fall sink you into lower depths of sin.

Sin brings its punishment, and it is hard work, bearing its burden!

Never before had he seen his sin in the light in which it was now revealed by God's Word.

What might be unavoidable to one less instructed, would be sin in her!

It were sin, thought I, that my secret should perish with me.

Shakespeare told us the truth about himself when he wrote in sonnet 142, "Love is my sin."

Our sickness (sin) is revealed to us by the Ten Commandments.

How then can I do this great wickedness, and sin against God?