The Law Is A Horrible Business.

Liberty Is The Most Jealous And Exacting Mistress That Can Beguile The Brain And Soul Of Man. She Will Have Nothing From Him Who Will Not Give Her All. She Knows That His Pretended Love Serves But To Betray. But When Once The Fierce Heat Of Her Quenchless, Lustrous Eyes Have Burned Into The Victim's Heart, He Will Know No Other Smile But Hers.

I Am A Friend Of The Working Man, And I Would Rather Be His Friend, Than Be One.

Everyone Is The Heir To All That Has Gone Before; His Structure And Emotional Life Is Fixed, And No Two Children Of Nature Have The Same Heredity. I Believe Everyone Should And Must Live Out What Is In Him. So No Two Lives Can Be The Same.

Inside Every Lawyer Is The Wreck Of A Poet.

I Knew That It Is Out Of The Question To Have Honest, Economical Government While A Few Are Inordinately Rich And The Great Mass Of Men Are Poor. In Fact, It Is To Be Doubted If Anything Really Worthwhile Can Be Done Until There Is A Fairer Distribution Of Wealth.