Life Is Made Up Of A Series

Convention Is Like The Shell To The Chick, A Protection Till He Is Strong Enough To Break It Through.

A Society In Which Men Recognize No Check Upon Their Freedom Soon Becomes A Society Where Freedom Is The Possession Of Only A Savage Few.

"i Beseech Ye In The Bowels Of Christ, Think That Ye May Be Mistaken." I Should Like To Have That Written Over The Portals Of Every Church, Every School, And Every Courthouse, And, May I Say, Of Every Legislative Body In The United States. I Should Like To Have Every Court Begin, "i Beseech Ye In The Bowels Of Christ, Think That We May Be Mistaken."

We Recently Had A Referendum In New York About Extending The Forest Preserve. The City Voted For It By A Large Majority; Yet As I Walk The Streets I Do Not See Afforestation Written With Conviction On The Harried Faces Of My Fellow Citizens.

If We Are To Keep Our Democracy, There Must Be One Commandment: Thou Shalt Not Ration Justice.