For My Part I Think It Is

There Are Three Natural Anaesthetics: Sleep, Fainting, And Death.

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

Where We Stand Is Not As Important As The Direction In Which We Are Moving.

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.

The World Has Its Fling At Lawyers Sometimes, But Its Very Denial Is An Admission. It Feels, What I Believe To Be The Truth, That Of All Secular Professions This Has The Highest Standards.