The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.
One is absolutely sickened, not by crimes that the wicked have committed, but by the punishments that the good have inflicted; and a community is infinitely more brutalised by the habitual employment of punishment than it is by the occasional occurrence of crime.
The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on. It is never of any use to oneself.