Assassination has never changed the history of the world.
Though Cato lived, though Tully spoke, though Brutus dealt the godlike stroke, yet perished fated Rome.
By the miraculous care of Providence that protected me beyond all human expectation, I had four bullets through my coat and two horses shot under me, and yet escaped unhurt.
Seated next to Chou En-Lai at a banquet, Kissinger asked him what he thought might have happened if Khrushchev had been assassinated instead of Kennedy. Chou thought a moment and said: “Mr Onassis would not have married Mrs. Khrushchev”.
As the play progressed, guard John Parker left his post in the hallway leading to the state box (where Abraham Lincoln and his party were seated), and either sat down out in the gallery to watch the play or went outside for a drink. (Describing an occurrence shortly before John Wilkes Booth entered the box […]
Of all the days of the war, there are two especially I can never forget. Those were the days following the news, in New York and Brooklyn, of that first Bull Run defeat, and the day of Abraham Lincoln’s death. I was home in Brooklyn on both occasions. The day of the murder we heard […]
A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was more wise than the other.
I didn’t shoot anybody, no sir… I’m just a patsy.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle […]
I come fairly to kill him honestly. (“The Little French Lawyer”)