 Well ! he may not count it, and a kind Heaven may not count it; but it is being counted none the less. Down among his nerve-cells and fibres the molecules are counting it, registering and storing it up to be used against him when the next temptation comes.  The American Church Monthly - Página 2251918Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | John Kekes - 1995 - 260 páginas
...to be undone. Every smallest stroke of virtue or of vice leaves its never so little scar. . . . [We] may not count it; but it is being counted none the less. Down among . . . [our] nerve cells and fibres the molecules are counting it, registering and storing it up to... | |
 | Albert Haberstro - 1996 - 114 páginas
...or evil, and never to be undone. Every smallest stroke of virtue, or vice leaves its never-so-little scar. The drunken Rip Van Winkle, in Jefferson's play,...won't count this time!' Well! he may not count it, and a kind heaven may not count it; but it is being counted none the less. Down among his nejve-cells and... | |
 | R. Kent Hughes - 1996 - 386 páginas
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 | L.S. Vygotsky - 1997 - 422 páginas
...smallest stroke of virtue or of vice leaves its neverso-little scar. The drunken Rip Van Winkle, in Joseph Jefferson's play, excuses himself for every fresh...won't count this time!" Well, he may not count it. and a kind Heaven may not count it; but it is being counted none the less. Down amongst his nerve-cells... | |
 | Jaak Panksepp - 2004 - 480 páginas
...time ago when he wrote: "We are spinning our own fates, good or evil, and never to be undone. . . . The drunken Rip Van Winkle, in Jefferson's play, excuses...won't count this time!' Well! he may not count it, and a kind Heaven may not count it; but it is being counted none the less. Down among his nerve cells and... | |
 | Elbert Hubbard - 1998 - 248 páginas
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 | R. Kent Hughes - 2001 - 322 páginas
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 | William James - 2001 - 178 páginas
...evil, and never to be undone. Every smallest stroke of virtue or ol vice leaves its neverso-little scar. The drunken Rip Van Winkle, in Jefferson's play,...excuses himself for every fresh dereliction by saying. "1 won't count this time!" Well, he may not count it, and a kind Heaven may not count it; but it is... | |
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