Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth; If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.

There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.

When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?

The fact that I may not vote for conviction doesn't matter, as long as there is justice,

An allegation of wrongful conviction and misadministration of justice as fundamental as this one is too important to have decided by a bunch of pathologists in the back room,