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Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer.
Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer.
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.
It is one of the incidents of the profession.
[Lat., E un incidente del mestiere.]
It is one of the incidents of the profession.
[Lat., E un incidente del mestiere.]
Nor is there any law more just, than that he who has plotted
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Nor is there any law more just, than that he who has plotted
death shall perish by his own plot.
[Lat., Neque enim lex est aequior ulla,
Quam necis artifices arte perire sua.]
A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at read more
A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague.
Criminals do not die by the hands of the law; they die by the hands of other men.
Criminals do not die by the hands of the law; they die by the hands of other men.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
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O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.--Princes were privileg'd
To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
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One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.--Princes were privileg'd
To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
Ah! why will kings forget that they are men,
And men that they are brethren?
Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.
Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.
