To Rest Upon A Formula

We Are All Sentenced To Capital Punishment For The Crime Of Living, And Though The Condemned Cell Of Our Earthly Existence Is But A Narrow And Bare Dwelling-place, We Have Adjusted Ourselves To It, And Made It Tolerably Comfortable For The Little While We Are To Be Confined In It.

And Silence, Like A Poultice, Comes To Heal The Blows Of Sound.

Life Is A Fatal Complaint, And An Eminently Contagious One.

I Think That We Should Be Eternally Vigilant Against Attempts To Check The Expression Of Opinions That We Loathe And Believe To Be Fraught With Death, Unless They So Imminently Threaten Immediate Interference With The Lawful And Pressing Purposes Of The Law That An Immediate Check Is Required To Save The Country.

Whatever Disagreement There May Be As To The Scope Of The Phrase "due Process Of Law" There Can Be No Doubt That It Embraces The Fundamental Conception Of A Fair Trial, With Opportunity To Be Heard.