Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.

Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.

I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.

Idealism increases in direct proportion to one's distance from the problem.

The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy, the building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.

The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.

Beginnings are always messy.