She raised her arms passionately. "I hate God for making him die."
She stopped then, and looked at him doubtfully. "I shouldn't have said that - that I hated God."
He said calmly, "It's much better to hate God than to hate your fellow-men. You can't hurt God."
"No. But he can hurt you."
"Oh no, my dear. We hurt each other, and hurt ourselves."
"And make God our scapegoat?"
"That is what He has always been. He bears our burdens - the burden of our revolts, of our hates, yes, and of our love."
- Agatha Christie | The Burden