He was after the eternal laws that govern the harmony of the world. Through awful thickets, in darkest night, he stalked his fabulous prey.
The law is meant to be my servant and not my master, still less my torturer and my murderer.
Look, Willem, he admits he doesn’t know the law and at the same time claims he’s innocent.
Custom is just as real as law and can be just as dangerous.
The trial has to be kept going round and round in the little circle to which it is restricted. The consequence of that is a certain inconvenience for the accused, though it isn’t as bad as you might imagine.
They were savages, all of them, who knew no law but the law of club and fang.