The prophet and the martyr do not see the hooting throng. Their eyes are fixed on the eternities.

History or custom or social utility or some compelling sense of justice or sometimes perhaps a semi-intuitive apprehension of the pervading spirit of our law must come to the rescue of the anxious judge and tell him where to go.

History, in illuminating the past, illuminates the present, and in illuminating the present, illuminates the future.

The validity of a tax depends upon its nature, and not upon its name.

The judge is not the knight-errant, roaming at will in pursuit of his own ideal of beauty or of goodness.

The constant assumption runs throughout the law that the natural and spontaneous evolutions of habit fix the limits of right and wrong.

Justice, though due to the accused, is due the accuser also. The concept of fairness cannot be strained till it is narrowed to a filament. We are to keep our balance true.