If a Judas stands in the way of honest people, lying in wait to betray them, I should be a Judas myself if I did not destroy him.

It's sinful, you say?
And do they, these masters of life, do they have the right to keep soldiers and executioners, public houses and prisons, places of penal servitude, and all that vile abomination by which they hold themselves in quiet security and in comfort?
If it happens sometimes that I am compelled to take their stick into my own hands, what am I to do then?
Why, I am going to take it, of course.

I will not decline.

They kill us out by the tens and hundreds.

That gives me the right to raise my hand and level it against one of the enemy, against that one of their number who comes closest to me, and makes himself more directly noxious to the work of my life than the others.