A River Is More Than An Amenity,

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.

The Common Law Is Not A Brooding Omnipresence In The Sky, But The Articulate Voice Of Some Sovereign Or Quasi Sovereign That Can Be Identified; Although Some Decisions With Which I Have Disagreed Seem To Me To Have Forgotten The Fact.

Systems Die; Instincts Remain.

Nothing Can Be So Perfect While We Possess It As It Will Seem When Remembered.

With All Humility, I Think, "whatsoever Thy Hand Findeth To Do, Do It With Thy Might." Infinitely More Important Than The Vain Attempt To Love One's Neighbor As One's Self. If You Want To Hit A Bird On The Wing You Must Have All Your Will In Focus, You Must Not Be Thinking About Yourself, And Equally, You Must Not Be Thinking About Your Neighbor; You Must Be Living With Your Eye On That Bird. Every Achievement Is A Bird On The Wing.