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

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

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.

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

We seek to find peace of mind in the word, the formula, the ritual. The hope is illusion.

Not honesty alone, but the punctilio of an honor the most sensitive, is then the standard of behavior.