Power

Playing it safe is what hoopleheads call starving slow. I come to this camp with nothing but a wagon and a willingness to cut…

I never get in a war I cannot count the votes for. So count them.

Hunt or be hunted, there is no third option. But a hunter who fires blind is just a fool with a rifle.

Safe? There's no safe, pal. There's winning and there's watching other men win.

Safe. Christ. You want a permission slip? Safe is how you end up a middle manager clapping at someone else's party.

Man, that ain't even the right question. Safe or bet, that's how a corner boy thinks.

You are asking the wrong question. Safety and gambling are both the habits of small men.

Safe. There is no safe. When you play this game you win or you die, and the ones who hedge politely die slowest and poorest.

Oh good, another true believer with one precious idea. Here's the thing: I've watched guys torch fortunes because they fell in…

Safety is an illusion the weak tell themselves while others take power.

Sentiment is asking the question. Arithmetic answers it. Never bet money whose loss changes who you are, that is how men become…

Play it safe, my boy? Safety is what I sold the Senate while I took it.

Safe. What a small word. Those too weak to seek power hoard their little savings and die ordinary anyway.