Murder begins where self-defense ends.
Death is the most blessed dream.
Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.
And for tired eyes every light is too bright, and for tired lips every breath too heavy, and for tired ears every word too much.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.