A wicked mortal is not the idea of God. He is little else than the expression of error. To suppose that sin, lust, hatred, envy, hypocrisy, revenge, have life abiding in them, is a terrible mistake. Life and Life's idea, Truth and Truth's idea, never make men sick, sinful, or mortal.
As a wicked man I am a complete failure. Why, there are lots of people who say I have never really done anything wrong in the whole course of my life. Of course they only say it behind my back.
Behold, my love, behold all that I simultaneously do: scandal, seduction, bad example, incest, adultery, sodomy! Oh, Satan! one and unique God of my soul, inspire thou in me something yet more, present further perversions to my smoking heart, and then shalt thou see how I shall plunge myself into them all!
God bears with the wicked, but not forever.
It is a fact that cannot be denied: the wickedness of others becomes our own wickedness because it kindles something evil in our own hearts.
It is a statistical fact that the wicked work harder to reach hell than the righteous do to enter heaven.
It is safest to be moderately base — to be flexible in shame, and to be always ready for what is generous, good and just, when anything is to be gained by virtue.
No wickedness proceeds on any grounds of reason.
The sun also shines on the wicked.
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees.
There is wickedness in the intention of wickedness, even though it be not perpetrated in the act.
To see and listen to the wicked is already the beginning of wickedness.
Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attraction of others.