Pardon me, O perfections of my God, for having preferred imperfect and evil inclinations to Thee! Pardon me, O justice of my God, for having outraged Thee by my sins. Pardon me, O holiness of my God, for having so long stained Thy sight's purity by my sins. Pardon me, O mercy of my God, for having despised so long Thy mercy's voice. In deep sorrow and contrition, I cast myself at Thy feet: Have mercy on me.
Ignatius of Loyola
President Gerald R. Ford was never one for second-guessing, but for many years after leaving office in 1977, he carried in his wallet a scrap of a 1915 Supreme Court ruling. 'A pardon,' the excerpt said, 'carries an imputation of guilt,' and acceptance of a pardon is 'a confession of it.'
GUCCI AIN'T POPPIN', HE THINK THAT HE POPPIN' THAT ARROGANT, UGLY LIL' SON OF A BITCH SWEAR THAT HE FRESH AND HE THINK THAT HE RICH I'M GON' TRY HIT EVERY CAR THAT HE GET PARDON MY PIMPIN', MAN, PARDON MY PIMPIN' MAN, PARDON MY PIMPIN', EXCUSE MY FISH COME OUT THE HIP, SHOOT OFF THE RIP PICK THE GRIP UP, MAN, I'M COMING EQUIPPED PITY THE FOOL, PITY THE FOOL GET A WHEN I'M LATE ON THE RENT STRAIGHT IN , CAN'T SEE PAST THE TINT LAY IN YOUR BRITCHES, I'M PITCHING A TENT YES, I ADMIT, BROKE AS A BITCH NO WINDOW TO THROW OUT A POT AND THE PISS BRIGHT AS A BITCH, PARDON MY FRENCH MY ROLLIE IS YELLOW SO PARDON THE PISS I'M TALKING TO TONY, I TOLD YOU YOU MONKEY I WARNED YOU AND WARNED YOU, NOW PAY ME ME MONEY I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET THAT YOU CAN'T TELL MY COUNTRY WHAT WOULD POSSESS YOU TO PLAY WITH ME MONEY? FROM MONDAY TO MONDAY SUNDAY TO SUNDAY, FRIDAY TO THURSDAY RUN UP ON ME, YOU THOUGHT YOU WAS SPLURGING HIT IN THE HEAD AND IN NEED OF A SURGEON
O Jesus, if I but considered attentively your immense solicitude for me, how greatly should I not excel in every virtue? Pardon me, O Jesus, so much carelessness, pardon such great ignorance. My God, Jesus my Love, Increated Goodness, what would have become of me if you had not drawn me to yourself? Open your heart to me, open to me your sacramental breast; I open mine to you.
Therefore, when we find our heart inflamed with love to God, we may know that God hath shined upon our souls in the pardon of sin; and proportionally to our measure of love is our assurance of pardon. Therefore we should labour for a greater measure thereof, that our hearts may be the more inflamed in the love of God.
Now, therefore, I, Gerald R. Ford, President of the United States, pursuant to the pardon power conferred upon me by Article II, Section 2, of the Constitution, have granted and by these presents do grant a full, free, and absolute pardon unto Richard Nixon for all offenses against the United States which he, Richard Nixon, has committed or may have committed or taken part in during the period from January 20, 1969 through August 9, 1974.
Gerald R. Ford
Therefore once for all this short command is given to you. 'Love and do what you will.' If you keep silent, keep silent by love; if you speak, speak by love; if you correct, correct by love; if you pardon, pardon by love: let love be rooted in you, and from the root nothing but good can grow.
Harriet Jones: When they fart, if you'll pardon the word, it doesn't smell like a fart, pardon the word, it's like something else. What is it? It's more like um... Rose: Bad breath! Harriet Jones: That's it! The Doctor: Calcium decay! Now that narrows it down! Calcium phosphate. Organic calcium-living calcium-creatures made out of living calcium, what else? What else? Hyphenated surname! YES! That narrows it down to one planet: Raxacoricofallapatorius! Mickey Smith: [dryly] Oh yeah, great. We can write 'em a letter!
Russell T. Davies
Harriet Jones: When they fart, if you'll pardon the word, it doesn't smell like a fart, pardon the word, it's like something else. What is it? It's more like um... Rose: Bad breath! Harriet Jones: That's it! The Doctor: Calcium decay! Now that narrows it down! Calcium phosphate. Organic calcium""living calcium""creatures made out of living calcium, what else? What else? Hyphenated surname! YES! That narrows it down to one planet: Raxacoricofallapatorius! Mickey Smith: [dryly] Oh yeah, great. We can write 'em a letter!
Russell T Davies
The Sunlight on the Garden The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold, When all is told We cannot beg for pardon. Our freedom as free lances Advances towards its end; The earth compels, upon it Sonnets and birds descend; And soon, my friend, We shall have no time for dances. The sky was good for flying Defying the church bells And every evil iron Siren and what it tells: The earth compels, We are dying, Egypt, dying And not expecting pardon, Hardened in heart anew, But glad to have sat under Thunder and rain with you, And grateful too For sunlight on the garden.