Men, Like Peaches And Pears, Grow Sweet

The Only Condition Of Peace In This World Is To Have No Ideas, Or, At Least Not To Express Them.

Blood Is A Destiny. One's Genius Descends In The Stream From Long Lines Of Ancestry.

The World Has Its Fling At Lawyers Sometimes, But Its Very Denial Is An Admission. It Feels, What I Believe To Be The Truth, That Of All Secular Professions This Has The Highest Standards.

The Best Of A Book Is Not The Thought Which It Contains, But The Thought Which It Suggests; Just As The Charm Of Music Dwells Not In The Tones But In The Echoes Of Our Hearts.

The Language Of Judicial Decision Is Mainly The Language Of Logic. And The Logical Method And Form Flatter That Longing For Certainty And For Repose Which Is In Every Human Mind. But Certainty Generally Is Illusion, And Repose Is Not The Destiny Of Man.