Avoid self-righteousness like the devil- nothing is so self-blinding.
We believe at once in evil, we only believe in good upon reflection. Is this not sad?.
Words have ruined more souls than any devil's agency.
Modern man lives isolated in his artificial environment, not because the artificial is evil as such, but because of his lack of comprehension of the forces which make it work- of the principles which relate his gadgets to the forces of nature, to the universal order. It is not central heating which makes his existence 'unnatural,' but his refusal to take an interest in the principles behind it. By being entirely dependent on science, yet closing his mind to it, he leads the life of an urban barbarian.
It is a governing principle of nature, that the agency which can produce most good, when perverted from its proper aim, is most productive of evil. It behooves the well-intentioned, therefore, vigorously to watch the tendency of even their most highly prized institutions, since that which was established in the interests of the right, may so easily become the agent of the wrong.
Stupidity is the devil. Look in the eye of a chicken and you'll know. It's the most horrifying, cannibalistic, and nightmarish creature in this world.
If the gods do evil then they are not gods.
You led our sons across the haunted flood, Into the Canaan of their high desire-- No milk and honey there, but tears and blood Flowed where the hosts of evil trod in fire, And left a worse than desert where they passed.
Speak boldly, and speak truly, shame the devil.
O generation of vipers, how can ye, being evil, speak good things? for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.
Struggle is strengthening. Battling with evil gives us the power to battle evil even more.
Often an entire city has suffered because of an evil man.
And taste The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath: Neither give place to the devil.
What the devil was he doing in this galley? [Fr., Que diable alloit-il faire dans cette galere?]
Every sweet hath its sour, every evil its good.
Thy gown? Why, ay--come, tailor, let us see't. O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is there? What's this, a sleeve? 'Tis like a demi-cannon. What, up and down carved like an apple tart? Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop. Why, what's a devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?
But something may be done that we will not; And sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
Eat thou not the bread of him that hath an evil eye, neither desire thou his dainty meats: For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he: Eat and drink, saith he to thee; but his heart is not with thee.
May your glass be ever full May the roof over your head be always strong, And may you be in heaven Half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.
For every kind of beasts, and of birds, and of serpents, and of things in the sea, is tamed, and hath been tamed of mankind: But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.
Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile.
Let him go abroad to a distant country; let him go to some place where he is not known. Don't let him go to the devil where he is known.
With evil omens from the harbour sails The ill-fated ship that worthless Arnold bears; God of the southern winds, call up thy gales, And whistle in rude fury round his ears.