Murder is always a mistake - one should never do anything one cannot talk about after dinner

Murder is always a mistake - one should never do anything one cannot talk about after dinner

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!

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.

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.

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.]

George Tenet's charm
covers his arms
as a velvet sheath
covers a bloodied sword.
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George Tenet head of Murder read more

George Tenet's charm
covers his arms
as a velvet sheath
covers a bloodied sword.
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George Tenet head of Murder Inc. whose agency has
had Afghanis die under their interrogation
cannot be trusted not to plant WMD's in Iraq.

Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.

Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.

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.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
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Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.