on the art of theft and the golden age of gentlemen thieves: there are other manifestations of greatness than to relieve suffering or to wreck an empire. in the supreme adaptation of means to an end there is a constant nobility, for neither ambition nor virtue is the essential of a perfect action. how shall you contemplate with indifference the career of an artist whom genius or good guidance has compelled to exercise his peculiar skill, to indulge his finer aptitudes? a masterly theft rises in its claim to respect high above the reprobation of the moralist. the scoundrel, when once justice is quit of him, has a right to be appraised by his actions, not by their effect; and he dies secure in the knowledge that he is commonly more distinguished, if he be less loved, than his virtuous contemporaries. While murder is wellnigh as old as life, property and the pocket invented theft, late-born among the arts. It was not until avarice had devised many a cunning trick for the protection of wealth, until civilization had multiplied the forms of portable property, that thieving became a liberal and an elegant profession. (via mofi)
The greatest Gentleman Burgler has to be Arsene Lupin created by Maurice LeBlanc. He’s kind of the archetype, I think.