Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots? |
Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth? |
Cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days. |
Charity shall cover the multitude of sins. |
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. |
Do not envy a sinner; you don't know what disaster awaits him. |
Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake. |
Every man's work shall be made manifest. |
Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God. |
Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot. |
Fools make a mock at sin. |
For a living dog is better than a dead lion. |
For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return. |
For every man shall bear his own burden. |
For I am fearfully and wonderfully made. |
For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass: for he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was. |
For many are called, but few are chosen. |
For now we see through a glass, darkly. |
For riches certainly make themselves wings. |
For the children of this world are in their generation wiser than the children of light. |
For the fashion of this world passeth away. |
For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows. |
For the poor always ye have with you. |
For the wages of sin is death. |
For there is no respect of persons with God. |
For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind. |
For thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head. |
For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. |
For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? |
For wheresoever the carcass is, there will the eagles be gathered together. |
For whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. |
For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth. |
For ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones. |
Forsake not an old friend; for the new is not comparable to him: a new friend is as new wine; when it is old, thou shalt drink it with pleasure. |