Life Is Made Up Of A Series

I Often Wonder Whether We Do Not Rest Our Hopes Too Much Upon Constitutions, Upon Law And Upon Courts. These Are False Hopes, Believe Me, These Are False Hopes. Liberty Lies In The Hearts Of Men And Women; When It Dies There, No Constitution, No Law, No Court Can Save It; No Constitution, No Law, No Court Can Even Do Much To Help It. While It Lies There It Needs No Constitution, No Law, No Courts To Save It.

The Art Of Publicity Is A Black Art.

If A Community Decides That Some Conduct Is Prejudicial To Itself, And So Decides By Numbers Sufficient To Impose Its Will Upon Dissenters, I Know Of No Principle Which Can Stay Its Hand.

The Language Of The Law Must Not Be Foreign To The Ears Of Those Who Are To Obey It.

Here I Am An Old Man In A Long Nightgown Making Muffled Noises At People Who May Be No Worse Than I Am.