I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.