Quotes About Justice

I have always disapproved of murder.

We think with horror now of the days when we burnt witches. I believe the day will come when we will shudder to think that we ever hanged criminals.

Oh, my friend, have I not said to you all along that I have no proofs. It is one thing to know that a man is guilty, it is quite another matter to prove him so. And, in this case, there is terribly little evidence. That is the whole trouble.

There are crimes that cannot be brought home to their perpetrators. Instance the Rogerses'. Another instance, old Wargrave, who committed his murder strictly within the law.

It is one thing to know that a man is guilty, it is quite another matter to prove him so.

I've no patience with modern humanitarian scruples about capital punishment.

Murder—the wish to do murder—is something quite different. It—how shall I say?—it defies God.

They are never really dead, these super criminals

you prefer to continue knitting, that is your decision. If you prefer to serve the cause of justice, I hope that you may at least find it interesting. Let justice roll down like waters. And righteousness like an everlasting stream. Amos.

The judge murmured with a reptilian smile:

Too much mercy... often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second.

The police, as servants of law, must be of a high order of integrity. For their word is perforce believed by the virtue of their profession.

Let me tell you this, Hastings. She would never forgive me if I let Alfred Inglethorp, her husband, be arrested now—when a word from me could save him!

An unfairness of the good God,

The innocent must not suffer.

The moral character of the victim has nothing to do with it! A human being who has exercised the right of private judgment and taken the life of another human being is not safe to exist amongst the community.

Ten little Indian boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine.

One little soldier boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were None.

It was not unknown in the present age for children to commit crimes, quite young children. Children of seven, of nine and so on, and it was often difficult to know how to dispose of these natural, it seemed, young criminals who came before the juvenile courts. Excuses had to be brought for them. Broken homes. Negligent and unsuitable parents. But the people who spoke the most vehemently for them, the people who sought to bring forth every excuse for them, were usually the type of Rowena Drake.

was suspicious, had always been suspicious, of mercy—too much mercy, that is to say. Too much mercy, as he knew from former experience both in Belgium and this country, often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second.

You and I have a principle in common. We do not approve of murder.

Flog this man to death and throw him out in the rubbish heap!

suppose you believe it's very wrong to kill a person who has injured you—even if they've taken away everything you had in the world?" Poirot said steadily: "Yes, Mademoiselle. I believe it is the unforgivable offence—to kill.

The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small—