The law seems like a sort of maze through which a client must be led to safety, a collection of reefs, rocks, and underwater hazards through which he or she must be piloted.

Check-ups are, in my experience, a grave mistake; all they do is allow the quack of your choice to tell you that you have some sort of complaint that you were far happier not knowing about.

To escape jury duty in England, wear a bowler hat and carry a copy of the Daily telegraph.

No brilliance is needed in the law. Nothing but common sense, and relatively clean finger nails.

The old middle-class prerogative of being permanently in a most filthy temper.

Never shake hands with colleagues in court; the customers think you're making deals.

The point at which beliefs meet may be more significant, more useful to contemplate, than their sources.