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

The heroic hours of life do not announce their presence by drum and trumpet.

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.

Every human being of adult years and sound mind has a legal right to determine what shall be done with his own body.

Rest and motion, unrelieved and unchecked, are equally destructive.

The final cause of law is the welfare of society.

Method is much, technique is much, but inspiration is even more.