I don't like my hands tied. I am in misery. What did I say I am?

Every sin is the result of collaboration.

A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was wiser than the other.

You cannot choose your battlefield, God does that for you; But you can plant a standard Where a standard never flew

Every sin is the result of collaboration

People are always ashamed of the misery that has befallen them, as though it were an act of divine retribution for a long-forgotten sin of theirs