Ludovico Ariosto Quotes

There is a cowardly propensity in the human heart that delights in oppressing somebody else, and in the gratification of this base desire we always select a victim that can be outraged with safety.

An unkind heart is the worst. It is a plague to its possessor, and a torment to those around him.

Oh, how cowardly is wickedness always!

That he delights in the misery of others no man will confess, and yet what other motive can make a father cruel?

Bullies are always cowards at heart and may be credited with a pretty safe instinct in scenting their prey.

Cruelty is, perhaps, the worst kid of sin. Intellectual cruelty is certainly the worst kind of cruelty.

The coward wretch whose hand and heart Can bear to torture aught below, Is ever first to quail and start From the slightest pain or equal foe.

If things are said maliciously, and they're meant to hurt, then that's the sort of thing we need to try and stamp out.

Kids are ruthless.

It's easy to go on television and say horrible things about somebody. And it's cowardly.

No Queen with a frozen heart is fit to rule any country.

Although your mind works, your heart is darkened with depravity; and without a pure heart there can be no complete and true consciousness

Of all faults the one she most despised in others was the want of bravery; the meanness of heart which leads to untruth.

Slander is the tool of cowards.

Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.

The only unforgivable sin is deliberate cruelty.

Corruption and envy and lust for power. Cruelty and coldness. A vicious probing curiousity. Pure, poisonous, toxic malice. You have never from your earliest years shown a shred of compassion for sympathy or kindness without calculating how it would return to your advantage. You have tortured and killed without regret or hesitation; you have betrayed and intrigued and gloried in your treachery. You are a cess-pit of moral filth.

Cowardice is the mother of cruelty.

God is an oppressor, He is incapable of human sympathy; behind a smiling face He hides an evil heart.

My favorite figure of the American author is that of a man who breeds a favorite dog, which he throws into the Mississippi River for the pleasure of making a splash. The river does not splash, but it drowns the dog.

I know my mind is made of matter but I need to know exactly what is the matter at it's core? Because my heart is just a muscle and simply put, it's sore.

We know how often in our lives through laziness and cowardice we give up the battle and try to hypnotise our minds into the belief that we are brave.

A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you.

The malevolence of men revealed itself to his mind in all of its ugliness