Words Are Not Pebbles In Alien Juxtaposition.

The Apathy Of The Modern Voter Is The Confusion Of The Modern Reformer.

Life In A Great Society, Or For That Matter In A Small, Is A Web Of Tangled Relations Of All Sorts, Whose Adjustment So That It May Be Endurable Is An Extraordinarily Troublesome Matter.

We May Win When We Lose, If We Have Done What We Can; For By So Doing We Have Made Real At Least Some Part Of That Finished Product In Whose Fabrication We Are Most Concerned: Ourselves.

Our Common Law Is The Stock Instance Of A Combination Of Custom And Its Successive Adaptations.

Since We Are Men, We Will Play The Part Of Man.