Quote by Billy Sunday
An excuse is a skin of a reason stuffed with a lie. - Billy Sunday

An excuse is a skin of a reason stuffed with a lie. – Billy Sunday

Other quotes by Billy Sunday

If there is no hell, a good many preachers are obtaining money under false pretenses. – Billy Sunday

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Money
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A revival does two things. First, it returns the Church from her backsliding and second, it causes the conversion of men and women and it always includes the conviction of sin on the part of the Church. What a spell the devil seems to cast over the Church today! – Billy Sunday

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Women
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After all is said that can be said upon the liquor traffic, its influence is degrading upon the individual, the family, politics and business, and upon everything that you touch in this old world. – Billy Sunday

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Business
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Other Quotes from
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If you always make excuses to not follow through you deserve the weight of anxiety on your chest. – Daniel, @blindedpoet

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Excuses

It is good rule in life to never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them. – P. G. [Sir Pelham Grenville] Wodehouse

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Excuses

Usually, terrible things that are done with the excuse that progress requires them are not really progress at all, but just terrible things. – Russell Baker

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Excuses

The only man who is really free is the one who can turn down an invitation to dinner without giving an excuse. – Jules Renard

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Excuses

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A word from the mouth is like a stone from a sling. – Proverb

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Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls. – Gaston Bachelard

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Ideas

I played it right because thats what youre supposed to do – play it right and with respect. – Ryne Sandberg

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respect

The catalogue of forms is endless: until every shape has found its city, new cities will continue to be born. When the forms exhaust their variety and come apart, the end of cities begins. – Italo Calvino