We don’t count a man’s years, until he has nothing else to count.
The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child
One man’s justice is another’s injustice; one man’s beauty, another’s ugliness; one man’s wisdom, another’s folly.
The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough.
Crime and punishment grow out of one stem. Punishment is a fruit that, unsuspected, ripens with the flower of the pleasure that concealed it.