Good people can’t stand the sight of deliberate evil; the wicked can’t stand the sight of well-chosen goodness.
Get out of here, you Devil’s crew: at last God has heard my sobs. My requests have all been granted, my prayers are answered.
I’ve got more enemies than hairs on my head; Liars and cheats are out to knife me in the back. What I never stole Must I now give back?
A person who talks sense is honored; airheads are held in contempt.
Souls who follow their hearts thrive; fools bent on evil despise matters of soul.
Murderers hate honest people; moral folks encourage them.
The skeptic swore, “There is no God! No God!—I can do anything I want! I’m more animal than human; so-called human intelligence escapes me.
“They are going to throw you to the wolves and kill you, everyone hating you because you carry my name. And then, going from bad to worse, it will be dog-eat-dog, everyone at each other’s throat, everyone hating each other.