The Apathy Of The Modern Voter Is

Life Is Made Up Of A Series Of Judgments On Insufficient Data, And If We Waited To Run Down All Our Doubts, It Would Flow Past Us.

We Accept The Verdict Of The Past Until The Need For Change Cries Out Loudly Enough To Force Upon Us A Choice Between The Comforts Of Inertia And The Irksomeness Of Action.

The Condition Of Our Survival In Any But The Meagerest Existence Is Our Willingness To Accommodate Ourselves To The Conflicting Interests Of Others, To Learn To Live In A Social World.

The Lawyer Must Either Learn To Live More Capaciously Or Be Content To Find Himself Continuously Less Trusted, More Circumscribed, Till He Becomes Hardly More Important Than A Minor Administrator, Confined To A Monotonous Round Of Record And Routine, Without Dignity, Inspiration, Or Respect.

The Use Of History Is To Tell Us What We Are, For At Our Birth We Are Nearly Empty Vessels And We Become What Our Tradition Pours Into Us.