“He wanted to kill us. With what? His evil-eye power?Will pulled a gun out from underneath his loose shirt.Oh, yeah, that would do it.”

“I do not kill with my gun;He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.I kill with my heart.”

“The part of the philanthropist is indeed a dangerous one; and the man who would do his neighbour good must first study how not to do him evil, and must begin by pulling the beam out of his own eye.”

“If God is wiser that we His judgement must differ from ours on many things, and not least on good and evil. What seems to us good may therefore not be good in His eyes, and what seems to us evil may not be evil.”

“I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.I aim with my eye.I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.I shoot with my mind.I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.I kill with my heart.”

“So what about that key?" I asked."I knew you'd be asking me about it sooner or later." He pulled the cord out from underneath his shirt and dangled the key in front of me."What do you want for it?" I sneered. "Five dollars?""I don't want money," he said with a wicked grin."What does it go to?""A kiss will unlock more than this key will," he whispered in my ear.”