When doctors wish to kill any one, they do it learnedly, by poison or by some scientific method.

Brutal men kill brutally; murder, called the assassin's profession.
A few minutes before, he was inundated by perspiration; this word froze him.
He rose nervously, and walked up and down the room with long, unsteady steps.

The fire had long since gone out; out-of-doors the street noises had ceased, and in his brain resounded the one word that he pronounced in a low tone, "Assassin!" Was he the man to be influenced and stopped by a word?
Where are the rich, the self-made men, the successful men, who have not left some corpses on the road behind them?
Success carries them safely, and they achieved success only because they had force.
Certainly, violence was not recreation, and it would be more agreeable to go in his way peacefully, by the power of intelligence and work, than to make a way by blows; but he had not chosen this road, he was thrown into it by circumstances, by fate, and whoever wishes to reach the end cannot choose the means.

If one must walk in the mud, what matters it, when one knows that one will not get muddy?
If Caffie had had heirs, poor people who expected to be saved from misery by inheriting his fortune, he would have been touched by this consideration, undoubtedly.

Robber! The word was yet more vile than that of assassin.