Liberty Is So Much Latitude As The

Words Are Chameleons, Which Reflect The Color Of Their Environment.

The Public Official Must Pick His Way Nicely, Must Learn To Placate Though Not To Yield Too Much, To Have The Art Of Honeyed Words But Not To Seem Neutral, And Above All To Keep Constantly Audible, Visible, Likable, Even Kissable.

The Profession Of The Law Of Which He [a Judge] Is A Part Is Charged With The Articulation And Final Incidence Of The Successive Efforts Towards Justice; It Must Feel The Circulation Of The Communal Blood Or It Will Wither And Drop Off, A Useless Member.

We All Have Our Prayer-wheels Which We Set Up On The Steppes. The Indifferent Winds Come And Carry Most Of Them Away To Gasp Out Their Little Lives In The Desert, For Few Reach Heaven.

The Mutual Confidence On Which All Else Depends Can Be Maintained Only By An Open Mind And A Brave Reliance Upon Free Discussion.