Even the crudest, most derivative novel is an expression of the author's hopes and fears and ideas about good and evil.

After all this time, he had hope, and then hope was gone, and he hates himself for giving in to hope. He, who exists only to kill the hopes of others, could not destroy the hope within himself.

No matter how hard Evil tries, it can never quite match up to the power of Good, because Evil is ultimately self-destructive. Evil may set out to corrupt others, but in the process corrupts itself. That's just the way Evil is. All things considered, it's better to be on the side of Good, even if Evil occasionally has nicer uniforms.

One that confounds good and evil is an enemy to good.

This is a struggle of good and evil. And we're the good.

Good to evil seems evil