Never ascribe to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity.
It is remarkable by how much a pinch of malice enhances the penetrating power of an idea or an opinion. Our ears, it seems, are wonderfully attuned to sneers and evil reports about our fellow men.
Forcible ways make not an end of evil, but leave hatred and malice behind them.
The truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is.
With Malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds.
If malice or envy were tangible and had a shape, it would be the shape of a boomerang.
There is probably an element of malice in our readiness to overestimate people - we are, as it were, laying up for ourselves the pleasure of later cutting them down to size.
Malice is only another name for mediocrity.
I have been the victim of heartless malice.
A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.
He, who cannot forgive a trespass of malice to his enemy, has never yet tasted the most sublime enjoyment of love.
Malice can always find a mark to shoot at, and a pretence to fire.
The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.
Malice scorned, puts out itself; but argued, give a kind of credit to a false accusation.
Insolence is not logic; epithets are the arguments of malice.
Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose for a night; the continuance of anger is hatred, the continuance of hatred turns malice.
If we put our trust in the common sense of common men and 'with malice toward none and charity for all' go forward on the great adventure of making political, economic and social democracy a practical reality, we shall not fail.
As for ourselves, yes, we must be meek, bear injustice, malice, rash judgment. We must turn the other cheek, give up our cloak, go a second mile.
Our enemies are our evil deeds and their memories, our pride, our selfishness, our malice, our passions, which by conscience or by habit pursue us with a relentlessness past the power of figure to express.
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