“Poor soul, the center of my sinful Earth.”
“Our kinship with Earth must be maintained; otherwise, we will find ourselves trapped in the center of our own paved-over souls with no way out.”
“Lord help my poor soul.”
“The plain and simple fact was everyone sinned. Either they were good at hiding their sins, or they weren't. I fell in the latter category. My sins had been featured front and center, on display for everyone to judge.”
“The universe is neither centered on earth nor the sun. It is centered on God.”
“I love my poor earth because I have seen no other.”