There is no such thing as bad people. We’re all just people who sometimes do bad things.[repeated often in the rest of the book]
It’s wrong to hurt even bad people. Because they don’t know any better, and because bad people sometimes become good.
When men do not have healthy notions of the Divinity, false ideas supplant them, just as in bad times one uses counterfeit money when there is no good money.
Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.
There are bad people everywhere, but among the bad there are some good one.[Везде есть люди дурные, а между дурными и хорошие.]
The only artists I have ever known, who are personally delightful, are bad artists. Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.