The good of political life is the good of free and equal citizens recognizing the duty of civility to one another and supporting the institutions of a constitutional regime.

A just society is a society that if you knew everything about it, you'd be willing to enter it in a random place.

The fairest rules are those to which everyone would agree if they did not know how much power they would have.

The bad man desires arbitrary power. What moves the evil man is the love of injustice.

An injustice is tolerable only when it is necessary to avoid an even greater injustice.

Justice is happiness according to virtue.

A society regulated by a public sense of justice is inherently stable.

The principles of justice are chosen behind a veil of ignorance.

The sense of justice is continuous with the love of mankind.

The intolerant can be viewed as free-riders, as persons who seek the advantages of just institutions while not doing their share to uphold them.

Many of our most serious conflicts are conflicts within ourselves. Those who suppose their judgements are always consistent are unreflective or dogmatic.

Autonomy isn't the opposite of accountability - it's the pathway to it.

Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise?

It's not virtual reality until you can be tortured to death in it.

In times of storm and tempest, of indecision and desolation, a book already known and loved makes better reading than something new and untried ... nothing is so warming and companionable.

I'm a big champion of people doing things outside the system.

A new book is just like any new product, like a detergent. You have to acquaint people with it. They have to know it's there. You only get to be number one when the public knows about you.

There are people who embrace the Oxford comma and those who don't, and I'll just say this: never get between these people when drink has been taken.

Let yourself daydream sometimes... Allow spontaneous images to come and go. Capture one in a sketch. These images express connections with your inner self.

When I was 5 years old, my mother read me 'Gone With The Wind' at night, before I went to bed. I remember her reading almost all year.

The idea of words and photos was something that appealed to me.