A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.

Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths.

if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.

For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.

The many fail: the one succeeds.