You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel. But I got wise, you're the devil in disguise.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
Many pass for saints on earth whose souls are in hell.
With devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world called beautiful. Through its silver veil the evil and ungentle passions looked out, hideous and hateful.
Often a noble face hides filthy ways.
Evil is no faceless stranger, living in a distant neighborhood. Evil has a wholesome, hometown face, with merry eyes and an open smile. Evil walks among us, wearing a mask which looks like all our faces.
The deepest sins are camouflaged as holiness.
Our darkest angels in Europe are always somewhere under the surface.
In some way the secret vice exhales its poison; and the evil passion, however cunningly masked, stains through to the surface.
Tis an old saying, the Devil lurks behind the cross. All is not gold that glitters. From the tail of the plough, Bamba was made King of Spain; and from his silks and riches was Rodrigo cast to be devoured by the snakes.
Evil is easily discovered; there is an infinite variety; good is almost unique. But some kinds of evil are almost as difficult to discover as that which we call good; and often particular evil of this class passes for good. It needs even a certain greatness of soul to attain to this, as to that which is good.
Apathy is dead. Show them the face of evil - Satanists lurking among us - running our governments, our banks, our schools, threatening to obliterate the very House of God with their misguided science. Depravity runs deep. Man must be vigilant. Seek the goodness. Become the goodness!
Evil hiding among us is an ancient theme.
Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.
If you scratch some saints you will find the devil.
Tell that to the BTK killer,” I said. “He was a churchgoer, raised two kids, married, and resisted the urge to kill for decades. He was a person, but he was a monster, too
Loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
Violence, and evil, doesn't always come dressed in black, and it doesn't always look like Charles Manson. Nor does it always come to us as obvious and arrogant[...]. Often it comes to us with the simple plea to be reasonable.
Is there worse evil than that which goes in the mask of good?
Peace can be a cover whereby evil men can perpetrate diabolical wrongs.
The lowest and vilest alleys of London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.
For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out.
A sweet face oft hides a sinner's heart.
The people who present themselves as normal and nice and good are often the scariest monsters in the world.
