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The Wages Of Sin Is Death But So Is The Salary Of Virtue, And At Least The Evil Get To Go Home Early On Fridays.

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If You Were Going To Be Successful In The World Of Crime, You Needed A Reputation For Honesty.

Now That Their Long War Was Over, They Could Get On With The Proper Concern Of All Civilised Nations, Which Is To Prepare For The Next One.

One Day I'll Be Dead And Then You'll All Be Sorry.