There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.

We know well enough when we're being unjust and despicable. but we don't restrain ourselves because we experience a certain pleasure, a primitive sort of satisfaction in moments like that.

Justice! Custodian of the world! But since the world errs, justice must be custodian of the world's errors.

It's perfectly obvious that somebody's responsible and somebody's innocent. Otherwise it [justice] makes no sense at all.

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.

Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.