Those Of Us Who Have Come To

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.

Heretics Have Been Hated From The Beginning Of Recorded Time; They Have Been Ostracized, Exiled, Tortured, Maimed, And Butchered; But It Has Generally Proved Impossible To Smother Them; And When It Has Not, The Society That Has Succeeded Has Always Declined.

Justice Is The Tolerable Accommodation Of The Conflicting Interests Of Society, And I Don't Believe There Is Any Royal Road To Attain Such Accommodation Concretely.

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.

Would We Hold Liberty, We Must Have Charity- Charity To Others, Charity To Ourselves, Crawling Up From The Moist Ovens Of A Steaming World, Still Carrying The Passional Equipment Of Our Ferocious Ancestors, Emerging From Black Superstition Amid Carnage And Atrocity To Our Perilous Present.