There Are Three Natural Anaesthetics: Sleep, Fainting,

There Is Nothing Like The Dead Cold Hand Of The Past To Take Down Our Tumid Egotism And Lead Us Into The Solemn Flow Of The Life Of Our Race.

There Was Never An Idea Started That Woke Up Men Out Of Their Stupid Indifference But Its Originator Was Spoken Of As A Crank.

There Is No Friend Like The Old Friend, Who Has Shared Our Morning Days, No Greeting Like His Welcome, No Homage Like His Praise: Fame Is The Scentless Sunflower, With Gaudy Crown Of Gold; But Friendship Is The Breathing Rose, With Sweets In Every Fold.

And Silence, Like A Poultice, Comes To Heal The Blows Of Sound.

The Thing I Want To Do Is Put As Many New Ideas Into The Law As I Can, To Show How Particular Solutions Involve General Theory, And To Do It With Style. I Should Like To Be Admitted To Be The Greatest Jurist In The World.