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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.

There Is Something Monstrous In Commands Couched In Invented And Unfamiliar Language; An Alien Master Is The Worst Of All. The Language Of The Law Must Not Be Foreign To The Ears Of Those Who Are To Obey It.

The Profession Of The Law Of Which He [a Judge] Is A Part Is Charged With The Articulation And Final Incidence Of The Successive Efforts Towards Justice; It Must Feel The Circulation Of The Communal Blood Or It Will Wither And Drop Off, A Useless Member.

It Is Enough That We Set Out To Mold The Motley Stuff Of Life Into Some Form Of Our Own Choosing; When We Do, The Performance Is Itself The Wage.

Words Are Chameleons, Which Reflect The Color Of Their Environment.