Most people are far too much occupied with themselves to be malicious.

So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent; That all the ground with purple bloud was sprent, And all their armours staynd with bloudie gore, Yet scarcely once to breath would they relent, So mortall was their malice and so sore,Become of fayned friendship which they vow'd afore.

Malice drinketh up the greater part of its own poison.

One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortunate than when they triumph.

If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have a paradise in a few years.

Malice swallows the greater part of its own venom.

Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another's woe.

When malice has reason on its side it becomes proud, and parades reason in all its splendour.

Malicious tongues spread their poison abroad and nothing here below is proof against them.

Man loves malice, but not against one-eyed men nor the unfortunate, but against the fortunate and proud.

In the misfortune of our best friends we always discover something not unpleasing to us.

The malicious have a dark happiness.

Malice often takes the garb of truth.

Man's life is a warfare against the malice of men.

I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of others.