I think there are some who live on a knife-edge in the soul, and at times are driven to hurl themselves into the air, at the mercy of heaven or he'll which way to fall.
Meet every man as you find him, for we're all made the same under habit, robe or rags. Some better made than others, and some better cared for, but on the same pattern, all.
It's a kind of arrogance to be so certain you're past redemption.
When harried, we go as far as we dare, and with those we're sure of we dare go very far, knowing where forgiveness is certain.
God, nevertheless, required a little help from men, and what he mostly got was hindrance.