In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice.

Ablamın verdiği terbiye beni çekingen, içli bir çocuk yapmıştı. Kimin tarafından yetiştirilirse yetiştirilsin, bir çocuğun küçücük evreninde en derinden sezilen, en ince algılanan şey, haksızlıktır. Çocuğa yapılan haksızlık küçücük bir şey olabilir. Ne var ki çocuk da, çocuğun dünyası da küçücüktür; bu ölçüler içinde çocuğun tahta atı en iri küheylanların boyundadır. Ablamın o esintili, hırslı baskısıyla bana haksızlık ettiğini, kendimi bildiğimden beri biliyordum.

[S]ome score of members of the High Court of Chancery bar ought to be --- as here they are --- mistily engaged in one of the ten thousand stages of an endless cause, tripping one another up on slippery precedents, groping knee-deep in technicalities, running their goat-hair and horse-hair warded heads against walls of words, and making a pretence of equity with serious faces ....

And them and their descendants, to the last of their race, I, Alexandre Manette, unhappy prisoner, do this last night of the year 1767, in my unbearable agony, denounce to the times when all these things shall be answered for. I denounce them to Heaven and to earth.

Beneath that arch of unmoved and eternal lights: some, so remote from this little earth that the learned tell us it is doubtful whether their rays have been yet discovered it, as a point in space where anything is suffered or done: the shadows of the night were broad and black.