There Is Something Monstrous In

We All Have Our Prayer-wheels Which We Set Up On The Steppes. The Indifferent Winds Come And Carry Most Of Them Away To Gasp Out Their Little Lives In The Desert, For Few Reach Heaven.

Reputation, Like A Face, Is The Symbol Of Its Possessor And Creator, And Another Can Use It Only As A Mask.

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.

Seldom, If Ever, Does Wisdom Come, Shall We Punish It If It Comes Late?

The Legal Relations Between The Individual And The Community Which Arise Out Of The Production And Distribution Of Property, Comprise By Far The Greater, And More Important, Part Of The Law; Subtract These And Very Little Content Would Be Left.