If Nothing Is Random, And Everything Is

For What Can Be Imagined More Beautiful Than The Sight Of A Perfectly Just City Rejoicing In Justice Alone.

To Be Mad Is To Feel With Excruciating Intensity The Sadness And Joy Of A Time Which Has Not Arrived Or Has Already Been.

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.

I Have To Confess That I Have So Rarely Experienced Triumph That I Cannot Claim To Know It Well Enough To Judge, But It Seems To Be At Best A Momentary Joy Followed Instantly By Sadness, And, Then, Of Necessity, By Wariness.

Mozart And Neil Diamond May Have Begun With The Same Idea, But That A Work Of Art Is More Than An Idea Is Confirmed By The Difference Between The 'soave Sia Il Vento' And 'kentucky Woman.' We Have Different Words For 'art' And 'idea' Because They Are Two Different Things.