Justice (n.) is the cautious, jealous virtue: in a world of profuse abundance it would never once have been dreamed of — an idle ceremonial.
Justice (n.) lives only in the middle: produce extreme abundance or extreme want, perfect kindness or perfect malice, and by making it useless you destroy its very essence.
Justice (n.) grows outward in rings — family, then society, then commerce between societies — its boundaries enlarging exactly as far as its usefulness reaches, and losing force one step beyond.
Justice (n.) differs from superstition in only one respect, but a decisive one: superstition is useless and burdensome, justice is what keeps society in existence.
Justice (n.) is a vault, not a wall: benevolence rises stone by stone, each adding something, but in justice each stone alone would fall, and the fabric stands only by the combination of all.
Justice (n.) is as natural as self-love: in so sagacious an animal, what necessarily arises from the use of his intellect may justly be called natural.
Justice (n.) is an instinct checked by experience: every man loves himself best and would extend his acquisitions without end, until he learns what that licence does to society.