Whenever I was asked what I wanted my first impulse was to answer “Nothing.” The thought went through my mind that it didn't make any difference, that nothing was going to make me happy.
When I kill a man, I do it with my sword, but people like you don't use swords. You gentlemen kill with your power, with your money, and sometimes just with your words: you tell poeple you're doing them a favor. True, no blood flows, the man is still alive, but you've killed him all the same. I don't know whose sin is greater - yours or mine.