TSK · Romans 1:29

All who hate me whisper together against me. They imagine the worst for me.

For lack of wood a fire goes out. Without gossip, a quarrel dies down.

For I am afraid that by any means, when I come, I might find you not the way I want to, and that I might be found by you as you don't desire; that by any means there would be strife, jealousy, outbursts of anger, factions, slander, whisperings, proud thoughts, riots;