Injustice (n.) is in every way harmful and shameful to the one who does it, whether the majority agree or not.
Injustice (n.) inside one person is civil war: it leaves him divided, unable to achieve anything, his own enemy.
Injustice (n.) runs like a sprinter who leaps away sharply and ends ridiculous and uncrowned, ears drooping on his shoulders like an exhausted dog's.
Injustice (n.) is only the second worst thing; the very worst is to do wrong and get away with it.
Injustice (n.) is civil war in the soul — a rebellion by a part fit only to be a slave, seeking to rule the whole.
Injustice (n.) praised as profitable means feeding the multiform beast and the lion, starving the human within, and leaving them to bite and kill one another.
Injustice (n.) is worse to do than to suffer: if he had to pick one, Socrates would choose being wronged over wronging.
Injustice (n.) is never done willingly: whoever does wrong mistakenly believes it will benefit them — not saintliness, merely psychology.
Injustice (n.) that accomplishes anything is only half-corrupt; the completely unjust are completely incapable of accomplishing anything.
Injustice (n.) is to the soul what poverty is to one's purse and disease to one's body — and of the three corruptions it is the most shameful and the worst.
Injustice (n.) would seem less terrible if it were fatal to those who catch it, an escape from their troubles; instead it kills others and makes the unjust lively — it even brings them out at night.