My house is really clean. It's a really big house so I have three ladies who come in and clean it twice a week, but let's just say that, in between times, maybe it's not quite so clean.
I'm as clean as a whistle.
I cook and wash, cook and wash. When I am done, the kitchen is like a mirror.
To see how Christ was prophesied and described therein, consider and mark, how that the kid or lamb must be with out spot or blemish; and so was Christ only of all mankind, in the sight of God and of his law.
The atonement in Jesus Christ's blood is perfect; there isn't anything that can be added to it. It is spotless, impeccable, flawless. It is perfect as God is perfect.
Too clear, too clean. The problem was precision, perfection.
I have noticed that rooms which are extra clean feel extra cold
If you want to stay perfect, you cannot go undefeated with a blemish on your record.
I'm as clean as the days are long.
It's very clean in our house.
If a white cloth is stained even with a small spot, the stain appears very ugly indeed. So the smallest fault of a holy man becomes painfully prominent.
I'm as pure as the driven slush.
When I used to have a show on French TV, people would ask me how my jacket stayed spotless while cooking. Your whole area has to be clean - and you have to keep it that way.
The holy land was supposed to be spotless, a serious equivalent of Disneyland in which not a single candy wrapper is to stay on the ground for more than a few minutes.
I'm a great cleaner. I'm actually kind of addicted to cleaning. I could clean anything.
