Law Never Is, But Is Always About

Prophecy, However Honest, Is Generally A Poor Substitute For Experience.

The Heroic Hours Of Life Do Not Announce Their Presence By Drum And Trumpet.

As I Search The Archives Of My Memory I Seem To Discern Six Types Or Methods [of Judicial Writing] Which Divide Themselves From One Another With Measurable Distinctness. There Is The Type Magisterial Or Imperative; The Type Laconic Or Sententious; The Type Conversational Or Homely; The Type Refined Or Artificial, Smelling Of The Lamp, Verging At Times Upon Preciosity Or Euphuism; The Demonstrative Or Persuasive; And Finally The Type Tonsorial Or Agglutinative, So Called From The Shears And The Pastepot Which Are Its Implements And Emblem.

In Truth, I Am Nothing But A Plodding Mediocrity — Please Observe, A Plodding Mediocrity — For A Mere Mediocrity Does Not Go Very Far, But A Plodding One Gets Quite A Distance. There Is Joy In That Success, And A Distinction Can Come From Courage, Fidelity And Industry.

History Or Custom Or Social Utility Or Some Compelling Sense Of Justice Or Sometimes Perhaps A Semi-intuitive Apprehension Of The Pervading Spirit Of Our Law Must Come To The Rescue Of The Anxious Judge And Tell Him Where To Go.