“Nothing do I know of the law at all. But I do remember that the Bible likens human justice to a woman’s unclean rag—quasi pannus menstruate—and I have little faith in truth as an immediate safeguard, in this world.”

“You think you know what is just and what is not. I understand. We all think we know." I had no doubt, myself, then, that at each moment each one of us, man, woman, child, perhaps even the poor old horse turning the mill-wheel, knew what was just: all creatures come into the world bringing with them the memory of justice. "But we live in a world of laws," I said to my poor prisoner, "a world of the second-best. There is nothing we can do about that. We are fallen creatures. All we can do is to uphold the laws, all of us, without allowing the memory of justice to fade.”

“If I have all the faith so as to move mountains,but do not have love,then I an nothing.”

“If I have the gift of the prophecy, and can fathom all mysteries and knowledge, and if I have faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.”

“All I could say was, "I don't know what to do." I remember her taking me by the shoulders and looking me in the eye with a calm smile and saying simply, "Tell the truth, tell the truth, tell the truth.”

“I am certain, however, that nothing has done so much to destroy the juridical safeguards of individual freedom as the striving after this mirage of social justice.”