They're not just dreams. Not anymore, I dream more than I wake now, and, at times, I have crossed over. Can't you see? I've been there.

For what can be imagined more beautiful than the sight of a perfectly just city rejoicing in justice alone.

Who said that justice is what you imagine? Can you be sure that you know it when you see it, that you will live long enough to recognize the decisive thunder of its occurrence, that it can be manifest within a generation, within ten generations, within the entire span of human existence? What you are talking about is common sense, not justice. Justice is higher and not as easy to understand - until it presents itself in unmistakable splendor. The design of which I speak is far above our understanding. But we can sometimes feel its presence.

One is attracted to beauty. Beauty is the coordination of things, in such a way, that it is what attracts you. It's almost self-defining.

She knew words no one had ever heard of, and she used words every day that had been mainly dead or sleeping for hundreds of years.

It's a defining difference, curiosity. I've never known a stupid person who was curious, or a curious person who was stupid.

When faced with something I fear, I tend to eat spaghetti.