Eloquence May Set Fire To Reason.

There Is Nothing Like The Dead Cold Hand Of The Past To Take Down Our Tumid Egotism And Lead Us Into The Solemn Flow Of The Life Of Our Race.

A Man's Opinions Are Generally Of Much More Value Than His Arguments.

There Is Something Frightful In The Way In Which Not Only Characteristic Qualities, But Particular Manifestations Of Them, Are Repeated From Generation To Generation.

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

Old Age Is Like An Opium Dream. Nothing Seems Real Except The Unreal.