We Prate Of Freedom; We Are In

Life Is Not A Thing Of Knowing Only--nay, Mere Knowledge Has Properly No Place At All Save As It Becomes The Handmaiden Of Feeling And Emotions.

What Seems Fair Enough Against A Squalid Huckster Of Bad Liquor May Take On A Different Face, If Used By A Government Determined To Suppress Political Opposition Under The Guise Of Sedition.

There Is No Fury Like That Against One Who, We Fear, May Succeed In Making Us Disloyal To Beliefs We Hold With Passion, But Have Not Really Won.

Life Is Made Up Of A Series Of Judgments On Insufficient Data, And If We Waited To Run Down All Our Doubts, It Would Flow Past Us.

"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."