Seldom, If Ever, Does Wisdom Come, Shall

Convention Is Like The Shell To The Chick, A Protection Till He Is Strong Enough To Break It Through.

Every Smallest Step Of Modern Industry Depends Upon A Cooperation Whose Maintenance And Regulation Is The Very Stuff Of Law.

It Is The Daily; It Is The Small; It Is The Cumulative Injuries Of Little People That We Are Here To Protect....if We Are Able To Keep Our Democracy, There Must Be Once Commandment: Thou Shalt Not Ration Justice.

"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."

Our Dangers, As It Seems To Me, Are Not From The Outrageous But From The Conforming; Not From Those Who Rarely And Under The Lurid Glare Of Obloquy Upset Our Moral Complaisance, Or Shock Us With Unaccustomed Conduct, But From Those, The Mass Of Us, Who Take Their Virtues And Their Tastes, Like Their Shirts And Their Furniture, From The Limited Patterns Which The Market Offers.