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

Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.

And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

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

He that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned.

For love reflects the thing beloved.