And Silence, Like A Poultice,

The Life Of The Law Has Not Been Logic; It Has Been Experience.

If Wine Tells Truth - And So Have Said The Wise, It Makes Me Laugh To Think How Brandy Lies!

The Law Is The Witness And External Deposit Of Our Moral Life. Its History Is The History Of The Moral Development Of The Race.

For Him In Vain The Envious Seasons Roll Who Bears Eternal Summer In His Soul.

On The Whole, I Am On The Side Of The Unregenerate Who Affirms The Worth Of Life As An End In Itself, As Against The Saints Who Deny It.