There was an old adage that if you couldn't say anything nice, get the hell away
before you said something very wrong.
Conscience was no more than the fear of being caught.
Intrinsically selfish in nature, grief was for the living.
Much as they wished to, they knew they were incapable of saving the whole world - but sometimes you just had to deal with what was right in front of you.
People are normally murdered because of something they have done, something they are doing or something they are going to do.
The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it.
Every single profession is fraught with inconsistencies. It is the exception that often proves the rule. I believe passionately in what I do, but do I accept that not everyone will behave the way I'd like them to? Of course I do, because that is human nature.