Quotes About Justice

While stealing was a death penalty offense in the camps, as a husband and father, Billy Tang had no doubts that there were certain things worth dying for.

My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.

Sería concebible para un jurado inglés que pudiera existir un negro que no robara ni mintiera? ¿Un negro que fuera una persona respetable? No parecía probable.

He had a very young man's belief in the absolute rightness of his own cause and the absolute wrongness of everyone else's.

Um sistema moral que pune a mulher e isenta o homem de toda a culpa me parece assaz execrável.

Nan told me Clegg had been hanged for stealing a book, but the charge Robert Findhelm brought against him was not theft. The charge Findhelm brought against him was book-murder.

My father believed that, in understanding and in knowledge of right and wrong and in many other things, women are men's equals and I am entirely of his opinion.

I am in the endless white marble sanctity of the Hall of Justice, the grateful recipient of wisdom from the revered Council as they satisfy my curiosity about a specific theological premise I am currently studying. As always, I am exhilarated, at an infinite peak of health, each breath deep, pure, and sweet, my heart strong and full of love at its most divine as I cherish every word the Council so freely, patiently offers.

If everyone doesn't win, it's empty and useless.

beside a waterfall in the unspeakably beautiful gardens of the Hall of Justice, where God and I, eternally connected, are alone together in the peace that only comes from the most exquisite unconditional love

Because you deserved it! Because you should know what it feels like! How bad it hurts, you self-centered asshole!

Chris wasn't blameless, either. Taking a grieving, troubled boy into his home had to have been hard—especially when he'd been building his own family with Christopher Jr. and Ireland on the way. But he'd accepted the role of stepfather when he married Elizabeth. He shared responsibility for pursuing justice for a wounded and exploited child. Hell, a stranger would have an obligation to report the crime.

Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled "enemy?

What obsession do men have for destruction and murder? Who do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled 'enemy?

Men have used her meanly. She will eat them

I can only end up with one, and I must leave many lonely by the wayside. So that is all for now. Perhaps someday someone will leave me by the wayside. And that will be poetic justice.

I have a lot to give someone, someday. But I must not be too Christian. I can only end up with one, and I must leave many lonely by the wayside. So that is all for now. Perhaps someday someone will leave me by the same idea. And that will be poetic justice..

What woman would not appreciate a God who becomes her attorney, assumes her case, requires no fee, and wins her the victory?

The crucial point is not how much somebody pays in taxes but rather how much she has left after paying. This biblical lesson has been invoked time and again to justify a tax code that calls on the rich to pay higher rates than the poor.

The American sage Will Rogers captured this concept precisely. Of course people like low taxes, Rogers said, but there's something even more important: "People want JUST taxes, more than they want lower taxes. They want to know that every man is paying his proportionate share according to his wealth.

If the reader says the state of affairs which I wish to bring about is right, or is just, or is inevitable and if this must lead into further deterioration, then I will have no quarrel with it. I might even, in some circumstances, feel obliged to support him.

It is the just man who Like a bold lion, should be without fear.

Since your father has escaped my justice, it is you who must hear my words. Words. You keep saying... Because that was the gift your father gave to me. And the curse that ruined me as well, changed my life to wretched misery. There are hours yet before the guard comes - nay, eons. An eternity, in fact. This is my time, Miranda. Now you will have your words back: before I kill you, you will hear my tale... and you will know what you have done.

We must speak out when evil shows itself, whether there is any hope of changing it or not.