I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the unloving, say life should be lovely. I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Unjust. How many times I've used that word, scolded myself with it. All I mean by it now is that I don't have the final courage to say that I refuse to preside over violations against myself, and to hell with justice.
When we live in a world that is very unjust, you have to be a dissident.
None are more unjust in their judgments of others than those who have a high opinion of themselves.
Justice in the extreme is often unjust.
Honest people, mistakenly believing in the justice of their cause, are led to support injustice.
Justice is my being allowed to do whatever I like. Injustice is whatever prevents my doing so.
There is the good and the bad, the great and the low, the just and the unjust. I swear to you that all that will never change.
I try to live my life every day in the present, and try not to turn a blind eye to injustice and need.
It isn't hard to find injustice around us, but we must not let injustice smear the good deeds that do occur everyday.
Either accept people for what they are, or don't. So, in other words, man, if people don't know me, I think they do themself an injustice. Because, as a whole, I think I'm a good person.