In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.

Since long I've held silence a remedy for harm.

We must be sure that every vote that is cast is a vote that's counted,

All around him the chanting swelled, Harm no one, harm no one. What the hell did that mean? He was going to have to shoot the poor son of a bitch, but maybe that was a far better way to go than what the house of horrors had planned. This was a hell of a way for men to die, even if they deserved it.

For all right judgment of any man or thing it is useful, nay, essential, to see his good qualities before pronouncing on his bad

I assume he is going to try and convince me not to cast my vote.