Men ... are sent into the world with bills of credit, and seldom draw to their full extent.
Nothing so cements and holds together all the parts of a society as faith or credit, which can never be kept up unless men are under some force or necessity of honestly paying what they owe to one another.
Disgrace does not consist in the punishment, but in the crime. [It., Non nella pena, Nel delitto e la infamia.]
The guilty is he who meditates a crime; the punishment is his who lays the plot. [It., Il reo D'un delitto e chi'l pensa: a chi l' ordisce La pena spetta.]
For whoever meditates a crime is guilty of the deed. [Lat., Nam scelus intra se tacitum qui cogitat ullum, Facti crimen habet.]
The punishment can be remitted; the crime is everlasting. [Lat., Poena potest demi, culpa perennis erit.]
Where crime is taught from early years, it becomes a part of nature. [Lat., Ars fit ubi a teneris crimen condiscitur annis.]
I realized I had been paying hit men to slaughter cows for my table... and I stopped, but not for 6 months in which I rationalized.
And who are the greater criminals--those who sell the instruments of death, or those who buy them and use them?
Capital punishment is as fundamentally wrong as a cure for crime as charity is wrong as a cure for poverty.
Few men have virtue to withstand the highest bidder.
Fear follows crime, and is its punishment.
Crime is contagious. If the government becomes a lawbreaker, it breeds contempt for law.
These are the times that try men's souls.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, They damn those authors whom they never read.
You know who critics are?--the men who have failed in literature and art.
Some people are always critical of vague statements. I tend rather to be critical of precise statements; they are the only ones which can correctly be labeled "wrong.".
Men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty To load a falling man.
And you, enchantment, Worthy enough a herdsman--yea, him too, That makes himself, but for our honor therein, Unworthy thee-if ever henceforth thou These rural latches to his entrance open, Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, I will devise a death as cruel for thee As thou art tender to't.
When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men: for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O, word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
That is true culture which helps us to work for the social betterment of all.
Nothing doth more hurt in a state than that cunning men pass for wise.
Cunning men deal in generalizations.
Seize the moment of excited curiosity on any subject to solve your doubts; for if you let it pass, the desire may never return, and you may remain in ignorance.
Men will sooner surrender their rights than their customs.