I Shall Ask No More Than That

We Lose The Forest For The Trees, Forgetting, Even So Far As We Think At All, That We Are Trustees For Those Who Come After Us, Squandering The Patrimony Which We Have Received.

The Condition Of Our Survival In Any But The Meagerest Existence Is Our Willingness To Accommodate Ourselves To The Conflicting Interests Of Others, To Learn To Live In A Social World.

Justice Is The Tolerable Accommodation Of The Conflicting Interests Of Society, And I Don't Believe There Is Any Royal Road To Attain Such Accommodation Concretely.

It Is Enough That We Set Out To Mold The Motley Stuff Of Life Into Some Form Of Our Own Choosing; When We Do, The Performance Is Itself The Wage.

The Lawyer Must Either Learn To Live More Capaciously Or Be Content To Find Himself Continuously Less Trusted, More Circumscribed, Till He Becomes Hardly More Important Than A Minor Administrator, Confined To A Monotonous Round Of Record And Routine, Without Dignity, Inspiration, Or Respect.