Life Is Painting A Picture, Not Doing

Beware Of Making Your Moral Staple Consist Of The Negative Virtues.

For My Part I Think It Is A Less Evil That Some Criminals Should Escape, Than That The Government Should Play An Ignoble Part.

Our Morality Seems To Be Only A Check On The Ultimate Domination Of Force, Just As Our Politeness Is A Check On The Impulse Of Every Pig To Put His Feet In The Trough.

This Is A Court Of Law, Not A Court Of Justice.

Our Dead Brothers And Sisters Still Live For Us And Bid Us Think Of Life, Not Death-of Life To Which In Their Youth They Lent The Passion And Glory Of Spring. As I Listen, The Great Chorus Of Life And Joy Begins Again, And Amid The Awful Orchestra Of Seen And Unseen Powers And Destinies Of Good And Evil, Our Trumpets Sound Once More A Note Of Daring, Hope, And Will.