Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.

Neither will I be with you any more, except ye destroy the accursed from among you.

Purity of heart is to will one thing.

Purity of mind and idleness are incompatible.

Sanctify yourselves against to morrow.

The sick do not ask if the hand that smoothes their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin.

The stream is always purer at its source.

Unto the pure all things are pure: but unto them that are defiled and unbelieving is nothing pure; but even their mind and conscience is defiled.

We are not naï ve enough to ask for pure men; we ask merely for men whose impurity does not conflict with the obligations of their job.