...The criminal was an intelligent, middle-aged man, strong and courageous, called Legros. But I assure you, though you may not believe me, when he mounted the scaffold he was weeping and was as white as paper… What must be passing in the soul at such a moment; to what anguish it must be brought! It's an outrage on the soul, that's what it is! it's written "Thou shalt not kill," so because he killed, are we to kill him?
...But the chief and worst pain may not be of the bodily suffering but one's knowing for certain that in an hour, and then in ten minutes, and then half a minute, and then now, at any moment, the soul will leave the body and that one will cease to be a man and that's bound to happen; the worst part of it is that it's certain. When you lay your head down under the knife and hear the knife slide over you head, that quarter of a second is the most terrible of all. You know this is not my only fancy, many people have said the same. I believe that so thoroughly that I'll tell you what I think. To kill for murder is punishment incomparably worse than the crime itself. Murder by legal sentence is immeasurably more terrible than murder by brigands. Anyone murdered by brigands, whose throat is cut at night in the wood, or something of the sort, must surely hope to escape till the very last minute. There have been instances when a man has still hope for escape, running or begging for mercy after his throat was cut. But the other case all hope is lost, which makes dying ten times as easy, is taken away for certain. There is the sentence, and the whole awful torture lies in the fact that there is certainly no escape, and there is no torture in the world more terrible. You may lead a soldier out and set him facing a cannon in battle and fire at him and he'll still hope; but read a sentence of certain death over the same soldier, and he'll go out of his mind or burst into tears.