Evil Prospers When Good Men

Assassinate Me You May; Intimidate Me You Cannot.

His Smile Is Like The Silver Plate On A Coffin.

But As In Wailing There's Nought Availing, And Death Unfailing Will Strike The Blow, Then For That Reason, And For A Season, Let Us Be Merry Before We Go.

Evil Prospers When Good Men Do Nothing.

The First Inventions Of Commerce Are, Like Those Of All Other Arts, Cunning And Short-sighted.