Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time,
Ere humane stature purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been performed
Too terrible for the ear. The time has been
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end. But now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools. This is more strange
Than such a murder is.
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Murder is always a mistake - one should never do anything one cannot talk about after dinner
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Murder, like talent, seems occasionally to run in families.
Murder, like talent, seems occasionally to run in families.
You also, O son Brutus.
[Lat., Et tu, Brute fili.]
You also, O son Brutus.
[Lat., Et tu, Brute fili.]
Every unpunished murder takes away something from the security of every man's life.
Every unpunished murder takes away something from the security of every man's life.
Absolutism tempered by assassination.
Absolutism tempered by assassination.
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!
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.]
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.
