You don't understand. I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
Isn't everyone a part of everyone else
Living with a conscience is like driving a car with the brakes on.
Toward the accomplishment of an aim, which in wantonness of atrocity would seem to partake of the insane, he will direct a cool judgement, sagacious and sound. These men are madmen, and of the most dangerous sort.