Because an individual should have been an habitual drunkard, however thoroughly and soundly he may have reformed, yet according to this doctrine, he is forever totally debarred the privilege of rising to the level, in a moral view, of that individual who has never been drunk; this is, indeed, holding out a weak incentive for such reformations. This is not the language of true Phylanthropy; this is not the doctrine of Christianity; in the sight of the Saviour, the prostrate, self abased, self condemned publican, was accepted rather than the haughty, self righteous Pharisee […]
I have too many friends in Philedom. It's going to be very interesting to see how we survive the 8th season and still keep our Internet communities in tact.
She waited patiently as the group members tried to outfumble one another in paying for the drinks. Finally, Jeffrey spilled some coins onto her tray.
He stares at his tower. And speaks in characteristic rapid-fire Trumpese: What-do-you-think? What-do-you-think? Am I right? Am I right? Should I get rid of G.M.?
