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There's a difference between criminals and crooks. Crooks steal. Criminals blow some guy's brains out. I'm a crook.
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
When we die, our souls still live. If you are a gangster or a bastard or a crook, your soul inhabits a donkey or something terrible.
This battle for 'common-sense' gun control laws pits emotion and passion against logic and reason. All too often in such a contest, logic loses. So, expect more meaningless, if not harmful, 'gun control' legislation. Good news - if you're a crook.
The longer I live, the more I feel that the individual is not so much to blame - not even the worst individuals, not even the 'best' citizens - as the system of corruption which has grown up about us, and which rewards an honest man with a mere living and a crook with all the magnificence of our magnificent modern life.
There's one way to find out if a man is honest - ask him. If he says, 'Yes,' you know he is a crook.
There is no way to be truly great in this world. We are all impaled on the crook of conditioning.
Nixon was a crook, of course, but he was also a rabid football fan - and he knew the game, which still astounds me, but I have always had a soft spot for him because of it.
I am not a crook.
A real foolproof way to do it is play your stuff by hook or by crook and build up a grass roots following.