There Is Something Frightful In The Way

These Are The Hands Whose Sturdy Labor Brings The Peasant's Food, The Golden Pomp Of Kings; This Is The Page Whose Letters Shall Be Seen, Changed By The Sun To Words Of Living Green; This Is The Scholar Whose Immortal Penspells The First Lesson Hunger Taught To Men; These Are The Lines That Heaven-commanded Toil Shows On His Deed, - The Charter Of The Soil!

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.

It Seems To Me That At This Time We Need Education In The Obvious More Than Investigation Of The Obscure.

Why Should You Row A Boat Race? Why Endure The Long Months Of Pain In Preparation For A Fierce Half Hour That Will Leave You All But Dead? Does Anyone Ask The Question? Is There Anyone Who Would Not Go Through All The Costs, And More, For The Moment When Anguish Breaks Into Triumph Or Even For The Glory Of Having Nobly Lost? Is Life Less Than A Boat Race? If A Man Will Give The Blood In His Body To Win The One, Will He Spend All The Might Of His Soul To Prevail In The Other?

Taxes Are What We Pay For Civilized Society