“Over the city lies the sweet, rotting odor of yesterday's unrecollected sins.”

“He could smell her morality, the sweet rot of corruption”

“Sin, he reflected, is not what it is usually thought to be; it is not to steal and tell lies. Sin is for one man to walk brutally over the life of another and to be quite oblivious of the wounds he has left behind.”

“Do not dwell upon the sins and mistakes of yesterday so exclusively as to have no energy and mind left for living rightly today, and do not think that the sins of yesterday can prevent you from living purely today.”

“Christ is not sweet till sin be made bitter to us.”

“When Spring is old, and dewy winds
Blow from the south, with odors sweet,
I see my love, in shadowy groves,
Speed down dark aisles on shining feet.”

“The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.”

“Sin lies only in hurting others unnecessarily. All other "sins" are invented nonsense.”

“That was a day of delight and wonder.
While lying the shade of the maple trees under—
He felt the soft breeze at its frolicksome play;
He smelled the sweet odor of newly mown hay.”

“It's all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won't be over until tomorrow.”