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When I Need To Identify Rebels, I Look For Men With Principles

Justice Required Resort To Law And That Could Be A Fickle Mistress, Subject Always To The Whims And Prejudices Of Those Who Administered The Laws.

Growth Is Limited By That Necessity Which Is Present In The Least Amount.

I Don't Speak ... I Operate A Machine Called Language. It Creaks And Groans, But Is Mine Own.

Sympathy For The Enemy -- A Weakness Of Police And Armies Alike. Most Perilous Are The Unconscious Sympathies Directing You To Preserve Your Enemy Intact Because The Enemy Is Your Justification For Existence.