Liberty lies in the hearts of men and women; when it dies there, no constitution, no law, no court can save it.
In the end it is worse to suppress dissent than to run the risk of heresy.
Right knows no boundaries, and justice no frontiers; the brotherhood of man is not a domestic institution.
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.
If we are to keep democracy, there must be a commandment: Thou shalt not ration justice.
Life is made up of constant calls to action, and we seldom have time for more than hastily contrived answers.
It lies in the hearts of men and women; when it dies there, no constitution, no law, no court can save it. While it lies there, it needs no constitution, no law, no court to save it.
Thou shalt not ration justice.
A self-made man may prefer a self-made name.
The spirit of liberty is the spirit which is not too sure that it is right.
No doubt one may quote history to support any cause, as the devil quotes scripture.
The mid-day sun is too much for most eyes; one is dazzled even with its reflection. Be careful that too broad and high an aim does not paralyze your effort and clog your springs of action.
Words are chameleons, which reflect the color of their environment.
The aim of law is the maximum gratification of the nervous system of man.
Words are not pebbles in alien juxtaposition.
You cannot raise the standard against oppression, or leap into the breach to relieve injustice, and still keep an open mind to every disconcerting fact, or an open ear to the cold voice of doubt.
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.
The art of publicity is a black art; but it has come to stay, and every year adds to its potency.
I shall ask no more than that you agree with Dean Inge that even though counting heads is not an ideal way to govern, at least it is better than breaking them.
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.
