No man ever became extremely wicked all at once.

One's worst enormities remain within, and it is only one's vulgar commonplaces of error and folly that turn into murders and suicides, treasons, infidelities, and betrayals.

One man's wickedness may easily become all men's curse.

Man is not born wicked; he becomes so, as he becomes sick.

Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others.

Better be poor than wicked.

God bears with the wicked, but not forever.

To see and listen to the wicked is already the beginning of wickedness.

... wickedness is its own punishment.

I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed.