A Rogue Is A Roundabout Fool.

A Noise Like Of A Hidden Brook In The Leafy Month Of June, That To The Sleeping Woods All Night Singeth A Quiet Tune.

Law Grows, And Though The Principles Of Law Remain Unchanged, Yet (and It Is One Of The Advantages Of The Common Law) Their Application Is To Be Changed With The Changing Circumstances Of The Times. Some Persons May Call This Retrogression, I Call It Progression Of Human Opinion.

Oh Sleep! It Is A Gentle Thing, Beloved From Pole To Pole, To Mary Queen The Praise Be Given! She Sent The Gentle Sleep From Heaven, That Slid Into My Soul.

Bells, The Poor Man's Only Music.

The First Man Of Science Was He Who Looked Into A Thing, Not To Learn Whether It Furnished Him With Food, Or Shelter, Or Weapons, Or Tools, Armaments, Or Playwiths But Who Sought To Know It For The Gratification Of Knowing.