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Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.
Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.
Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time,
But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.
Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time,
But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.
Cast not the clouded gem away,
Quench not the dim but living ray,--
My brother man, Beware!
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Cast not the clouded gem away,
Quench not the dim but living ray,--
My brother man, Beware!
With that deep voice which from the skies
Forbade the Patriarch's sacrifice.
God's angel, cries, Forbear!
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and
you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, read more
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and
you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god.
Probably the toughest time in anyone's life is when you have to murder a loved one because they're the devil.
Probably the toughest time in anyone's life is when you have to murder a loved one because they're the devil.
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.
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!
Murder, like talent, seems occasionally to run in families.
Murder, like talent, seems occasionally to run in families.
Absolutism tempered by assassination.
Absolutism tempered by assassination.
