In my youth I once visited a saint in his silent grove beyond the hills; and as we were conversing upon the nature of virtue a brigand came limping wearily up the ridge. When he reached the grove he knelt down before the saint and said,“O, saint, I would be comforted! My sins are heavy upon me.”
And the saint replied,“My sins, too, are heavy upon me.”
And the brigand said,“But I am a thief and a plunderer.”