Strange how blind people are! They are horrified by the torture chambers of the Middle Ages, but their arsenals fill them with pride!
Bertha Von SuttnerRead
How can justice be attained when, in the expiation of an old wrong, another wrong is to be committed? No reasonable creature would conceive of the idea of obliterating ink stains with ink, or spots of oil with oil. Only blood must be washed out with blood.
Interpretation
Justice cannot be achieved through further wrongdoing.
In this quote, Bertha Von Suttner conveys the idea that attempting to rectify a previous wrong by committing another wrong only perpetuates injustice. She uses the metaphor of using ink to remove ink stains to illustrate the futility of trying to resolve an issue with more of the same negative action, asserting that true justice requires a different approach than merely balancing one act of harm with another.
In practice
During a speech on the importance of peaceful conflict resolution.
Strange how blind people are! They are horrified by the torture chambers of the Middle Ages, but their arsenals fill them with pride!
I wanted to be of service to the Peace League, and how could I better do so than by trying to write a book which should propagate its ideas? And I could do it most effectively, I thought, in the form of a story.
After the verb 'to Love', 'to Help' is the most beautiful verb in the world.
I am quite sure that from America will come the greatest help for the cause of peace, and I consider it my duty to inform the people of Europe as to the feelings and intentions of the friends of peace in Europe.
The stars of eternal truth and right have always shone in the firmament of human understanding. The process of bringing them down to earth, remolding them into practical forms, imbuing them with vitality, and then making use of them, has been a long one.
In politics I am growing indifferent - I would like it, if I could now return to my planting and books at home
Not to get what you have set your heart on is almost as bad as getting nothing at all.
There is something precious in our being mysteries to ourselves, in our being unable ever to see through even the person who is closest to our heart and to reckon with him as though he were a logical proposition or a problem in accounting.
One, with God, is always a majority, but many a martyr has been burned at the stake while the votes were being counted.
The world is all a carcass and vanity, The shadow of a shadow, a play _x000D_ And in one word, just nothing.
For me the Jewish religion like all others is an incarnation of the most childish superstitions, and the Jewish people to whom I gladly belong and with whose mentality I have a deep affinity have no different quality for me than all other people. As far as my experience goes, they are no better than other human groups, although they are protected from the worst cancers by a lack of power. Otherwise I cannot see anything chosen about them.
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