Systems Die; Instincts Remain.

Men Are Tattooed With Their Special Beliefs Like So Many South Sea Islanders; But A Real Human Heart With Divine Love In It Beats With The Same Glow Under All The Patterns Of All Earth's Thousand Tribes.

Life Is Painting A Picture, Not Doing A Sum.

There Is Nothing Earthly That Lasts So Well, As Money. A Man's Learning Dies With Him, As Does His Virtues Fade Out Of Remembrance, But The Dividends On The Stocks He Bequeaths To His Children Live And Keep His Memory Green.

The Provisions Of The Constitution Are Not Mathematical Formulas Having Their Essence In Their Form; They Are Organic, Living Institutions Transplanted From English Soil. Their Significance Is Vital, Not Formal; It Is To Be Gathered Not Simply By Taking The Words And A Dictionary, But By Considering Their Origin And The Line Of Their Growth.

I Think It Not Improbable That Man, Like The Grub That Prepares A Chamber For The Winged Thing It Never Has Seen But Is To Be - That Man May Have Cosmic Destinies That He Does Not Understand.