“If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in the library?”

“They sat and combed their beautiful hair,
Their long, bright tresses, one by one,
As they laughed and talked in the chamber there,
After the revel was done.”

“Now," snapped the Dean, "we've searchedfor a decent library on this island. There simply isn't one! It's ridiculous. How is anyone supposed to get anything done?”

“Yet every hair on the body is numbered. And in truth, every day is the beautiful day, the last day.”

“The truth is, when all is said and done, one does not teach a subject, one teaches a student how to learn it.”

“It must be good to die in the knowledge that one has done some truthful work… and to know that, as a result, one will live on in the memory of at least a few and leave a good example for those who come after.”

“Show not what has been done, but what can be. How beautiful the world would be if there were a procedure for moving through labyrinths.”

“So how come it looks so beautiful?
How come the moon falls from the sky?”

“Come on, readers, give me one example of a question that religion has answered to everyone’s satisfaction—one example of a “truth” found in religion’s quest for truth.”

“If Dracula can't see his reflection in a mirror, how come his hair is always so neatly combed?”