I Despise Making The Most Of One's

Between Two Groups Of People Who Want To Make Inconsistent Kinds Of Worlds, I See No Remedy But Force.

Most People Have Died Before They Expire; Died To All Earthly Longings, So That The Last Breath Is Only, As It Were, The Locking Of The Door Of The Already Deserted Mansion.

While We've Youth In Our Hearts, We Can Never Grow Old.

I Should Like To See Any Kind Of Man, Distinguishable From A Gorilla, That Some Good And Even Pretty Woman Could Not Shape A Husband Out Of.

The Language Of Judicial Decision Is Mainly The Language Of Logic. And The Logical Method And Form Flatter That Longing For Certainty And For Repose Which Is In Every Human Mind. But Certainty Generally Is Illusion, And Repose Is Not The Destiny Of Man.