The Aim Of Law Is The Maximum

We Shall Succeed Only So Far As We Continue To Undertake “the Intolerable Labor Of Thought” — That Most Distasteful Of All Our Activities.

If The Prosecution Of Crime Is To Be Conducted With So Little Regard For That Protection Which Centuries Of English Law Have Given To The Individual, We Are Indeed At The Dawn Of A New Era; And Much That We Have Deemed Vital To Our Liberties, Is A Delusion.

We All Have Our Prayer-wheels Which We Set Up On The Steppes. The Indifferent Winds Come And Carry Most Of Them Away To Gasp Out Their Little Lives In The Desert, For Few Reach Heaven.

We Lose The Forest For The Trees, Forgetting, Even So Far As We Think At All, That We Are Trustees For Those Who Come After Us, Squandering The Patrimony Which We Have Received.

"i Beseech Ye In The Bowels Of Christ, Think That Ye May Be Mistaken." I Should Like To Have That Written Over The Portals Of Every Church, Every School, And Every Courthouse, And, May I Say, Of Every Legislative Body In The United States. I Should Like To Have Every Court Begin, "i Beseech Ye In The Bowels Of Christ, Think That We May Be Mistaken."