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One great object of the Constitution was to restrain majorities from oppressing minorities or encroaching upon their just rights.
— James K. Polk
The moral law commands us to make the highest possible good in a world the final object of all our conduct.
— Paul Ricoeur
And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: For only blood can wipe out blood, And only tears can heal
— Oscar Wilde
There was purification in punishment. Not 'Forgive us our sins,' but 'Smite us for our iniquities' should be the prayer of a man to a most just God.
— Oscar Wilde
It is very wrong to kill any one[.] Oh, I hate the cheap severity of abstract ethics!
— Oscar Wilde
Return good for good; return evil with justice.
— Confucius
The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of the claims upon them. The world past, the world to come. Their common transiencies. Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one.
— Cormac McCarthy
People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they dont deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things. I dont recall that I ever give the good Lord all that much cause to smile on me. But he did.
— Cormac McCarthy
Mr Suttree in what year did your greatuncle Jeffrey pass away? It was in 1884. Did he die by natural causes? No sir. And what were the circumstances surrounding his death? He was taking part in a public function when the platform gave way. Our information is that he was hanged for a homicide.
— Cormac McCarthy
Moral law is an invention of mankind for the disenfranchisement of the powerful in favor of the weak.
— Cormac McCarthy
Without malefactors the world of the righteous is robbed of all meaning.
— Cormac McCarthy
A man was coming down the road driving a donkey piled high with firewood. In the distance the churchbells had begun. The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of the claims upon them. The world past, the world to come. Their common transiencies. Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one.
— Cormac McCarthy