C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
The offender never pardons.
Alls not offence that indiscretion finds.
Love the offender, yet detest the offence.
Oh, my offence is rank; it smells to heaven.
Where the offence is, let the great axe fall.
We never can willingly offend where we sincerely love.
Who has not seen how women bully women? What tortures have men to endure compared to those daily repeated shafts of scorn and cruelty with which poor women are riddled by the tyrants of their sex?
Who was delivered for our offences, and was raised again for our justification.
What dire offence from amorous causes springs; What mighty contests rise from trivial things!
We are so desirous of vengeance that people often offend us by not giving offence.
Who fears t offend takes the first step to please.
In such a time as this it is not meet that every nice offence should bear its comment.
When any one has offended me, I try to raise my soul so high that the offence cannot reach it.
If a man offend a harmless, pure, and innocent person, the evil falls back upon that fool, like light dust thrown up against the wind.
14 A very small offence may be a just cause for great resentment: it is often much less the particular instance which is obnoxious to us than the proof it carries with it of the general tenor and disposition of the mind from whence it sprung.