The bad points of others show out so strongly against the good that they usually strike our eyes before they wound us.[Le mal, chez autrui, tranche si vigoureusement sur le bien, qu’il nous frappe presque toujours la vue avant de nous blesser.]
Often the best way to deal with the bad is to turn it on end – use it as a strength, refuse to allow the bad thing to define you. Fight it.
No one is exclusively bad, nor is anyone exclusively good. Some are just forced to work harder at suppressing the bad.
Maybe there aren’t any such things as good friends or bad friends – maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that’s what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.
If you pretend to be good, the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to be bad, it doesn’t. Such is the astounding stupidity of optimism.
If a person is stupid, we excuse him by saying that he cannot help it; but if we attempted to excuse in precisely the same way the person who is bad, we should be laughed at.[Ist Einer dumm, so entschuldigt man ihn damit, daß er nicht dafür kann: aber wollte man Den, der schlecht ist, eben damit entschuldigen; so würde man ausgelacht werden.]