A Quote by Bob Dylan

They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and then they make you king. — © Bob Dylan
They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and then they make you king.
Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king.
Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.
Whether or not patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel, national security can be the last refuge of the tyrant.
Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel.
Steal a loaf of bread and they hang you, steal a land and they'll make you king.
If you want to steal, steal a little in a nice way. But if you steal too much to become rich overnight, you'll be caught.
If you steal, do not steal too much at a time. You may be arrested. Steal cleverly, little by little.
Those who believe patriotism to be the last refuge of the scoundrel have underestimated compassion.
What every Englishman thinks about patriotism, the last refuge of a scoundrel.
If you want to steal, steal a little cleverly, in a nice way. Only if you steal so much as to become rich overnight, you will be caught.
If patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel, it is not merely because evil deeds may be performed in the name of patriotism, but because patriotic fervor can obliterate moral distinctions altogether.
When becoming a character, you have to steal. Steal whatever you see. You can even steal from other actors' characterizations; but if you do, only steal from the best.
There are a lot of things a person with two hands couldn't steal," Eddis said. "So?" "If it's impossible to steal them with two hands, it's no more impossible to steal them with one. Steal peace, Eugenides. Steal me some time.
I'm an advocate of the great Dr. Johnson, the English man of letters who said that patriotism was the last refuge of the scoundrel.
When Dr. Johnson defined patriotism as the last refuge of a scoundrel, he ignored the enormous possibilities of the word reform.
The word 'We' is as lime poured over men, which sets and hardens to stone, and crushes all beneath it, and that which is white and that which is black are lost equally in the grey of it. It is the word by which the depraved steal the virtue of the good, by which the weak steal the might of the strong, by which the fools steal the wisdom of the sages.
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