There's Scarce A Case Comes On But

He Who Meditates A Crime Secretly Within Himself Has All The Guilt Of The Act.

Remorse Is The Fruit Of Crime.

The Abuse Of Cabmen In A Block.

Quis Costodiet Ipsos Custodies? (who Will Watch The Watchers?)

Already Long Ago, From When We Sold Our Vote To No Man, The People Have Abdicated Our Duties; For The People Who Once Upon A Time Handed Out Military Command, High Civil Office, Legions — Everything, Now Restrains Itself And Anxiously Hopes For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses.