If people knew who the angels were, they would be very nice when they saw one and would still do their same evil garbage when they thought none were around. Knowing who they are defeats the purpose.

Complete happiness can look so much like complete terror that it's hard to tell them apart.

People can love their lies, tell their lies, believe their own lies until hell pays a visit.

Don't tell people you care about them when all you really care about is getting your own way.

Nobody stopped believing that other people were more guilty than they were. Why do people have so much trouble seeing their own faults but such an easy time seeing everyone else's?

People make their own choices, and sometimes those choices suck.

People only see as far as they are able and the rest of the truth is lost on them.