"Tomorrow morning, if you choose to take up a spirit of such power, you may rise like a soul without a past; fresh for the future as an Adam un-tempted yet; with every link of guilty habit shaken off.
I know indeed that you will not; that no one ever will; but the hindrance is with yourself alone.
The coming hours are open yet, -- pure and spotless receptacles for whatever you may deposit there; they are pledged to no evil nor secure of no good; neither mortgaged to greedy passion, nor given to generous toil. There they lie in non-existence still; ready to be organized by a creative spirit of beauty, or make foul with deformity and waste." Martineau.
"His mercies are new every morning."