Humans are mostly kind only to their own-self, and their own. To another being, they're mostly indifferent, if not inhumane.

Humans, left to own misguided devices, scratches the Divine in the self as one would the lice, but remember to lick well all the vices.

All humans are rogues. Cured only by death.

Only one kind of species of animals bites the hand that feeds them - mankind.

Believe you me, I love all - just not people.

Not God, but man-made gods kill, by self-will.