Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope. When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connected in the great circle of life.
There is no creature on earth half so terrifying as a truly just man.
Killing others is never justice, no matter what kind of noble cause one upholds.
I don't believe in rehabilitation. I believe in safety. I believe in justice.
Better for him that each sin of his life had brought its sure, swift penalty along with it. 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.
Si no hay justicia para el pueblo que no haya paz para el gobierno.
— He'll deliver more justice in a weekend than 10 years of your courts and tribunals. Just stay out of his way.
— I plan to. I will even help him, if I can. But, uh, I would like to understand him.
— Give me that. Pita Ramos... that's a number to you. You know, one more dead, but a number.
— What was she to Creasy then?
— She showed him it was all right to live again.
— How much?
— I don't want a payoff.
— Well, then I'm confused. What do you want?
— For people to not be assholes.