In The End It Is

We Shall Succeed Only So Far As We Continue To Undertake “the Intolerable Labor Of Thought” — That Most Distasteful Of All Our Activities.

The Spirit Of Liberty Is The Spirit That Is Not Quite Sure It Is Right.

There Is No Surer Way To Misread Any Document Than To Read It Literally. As Nearly As We Can, We Must Put Ourselves In The Place Of Those Who Uttered The Words, And Try To Divine How They Would Have Dealt With The Unforeseen Situation; And, Although Their Words Are By Far The Most Decisive Evidence Of What They Would Have Done, They Are By No Means Final.

The Lawyer Must Either Learn To Live More Capaciously Or Be Content To Find Himself Continuously Less Trusted, More Circumscribed, Till He Becomes Hardly More Important Than A Minor Administrator, Confined To A Monotonous Round Of Record And Routine, Without Dignity, Inspiration, Or Respect.

"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."