To punish someone for your own mistakes or for the consequences of your own actions, to harm another by shifting blame that is rightly yours; this is a wretched and cowardly sin.

Vengeance, retaliation, retribution, revenge are deceitful brothers—vile, beguiling demons promising justifiable compensation to a pained soul for his losses. Yet in truth they craftily fester away all else of worth remaining.

Vengeance is a monster of appetite, forever bloodthirsty and never filled.

It isn’t always true that a critical end justifies desperate means.

Vengeance may tempt you with a promise of satisfaction and peace, but it will not deliver.

A red-cape game of retribution is dangerous when a fresh bull with bigger horns waits in the shadows.

Sweet revenge always turns bitter eventually.

Before you take that first curious, coerced, spiteful, or vengeful step forward, remember this: it’s a thousand times easier to slip into a muddy pit than it is to climb out of one.

We are all guilty of sin, error, and moments of sheer stupidity; none of us should be casting stones. The occasional arced pebble might be overlooked.