If there is one realm in which it is essential to be sublime, it is in wickedness. You spit on a petty thief, but you can't deny a kind of respect for the great criminal.
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
Our goodness comes solely from thinking on goodness; our wickedness from thinking on wickedness. We too are the victims of our own contemplation.
What is their potential for evil; what is their potential for wickedness? That's the only time that those characters become interesting to watch.