Quotes About Justice

Whither should I fly? I have done no harm. But I remember now (70) I am in this earthly world, where to do harm Is often laudable, to do good sometime

Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, between whose endless jar justice resides, should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes itself in power, power into will, will into appetite; and appetite, an universal wolf, so doubly seconded with will and power, must make perforce an universal prey and at last eat up himself.

Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.

upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, till famine cling thee.

Why should their liberty than ours be more?

Put plainly, there is a natural moral law, existing in reality, i.e., not invented by man, which transcends and trumps our desires. Something is right or wrong, whether we like it or not.

I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.

WILL YOU YIELD AND THIS AVOID, OR GUILTY IN DEFENSE BE THUS DESTROY'D?

And as he plucked his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus unkindly knocked or no.

We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.

That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.

Well, time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let me try.

Omittance is no quittance.

All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue, and all foes The cup of their deserving

Why should the private pleasure of some one Become the public plague of many moe? Let sin, alone committed, light alone Upon his head that hath transgressed so; Let guiltless souls be freed from guilty woe: For one's offence why should so many fall, To plague a private sin in general?

Bear hence this body and attend our will. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

A man is never undone till he be hang'd.

I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you!        Exit

William Shakespeare

Master Custard, you must rise and be hanged

What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

The pound of flesh which I demand of him Is dearly bought; 'tis mine, and I will have it.

Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope