The worst fault of the working classes is telling their children they're not going to succeed, saying: There is life, but it's not for you.

The shelf life of the modern hardback writer is somewhere between the milk and the yoghurt.

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

Irritable Judges suffer from a bad case of premature adjudication.

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.

No power on earth, however, can abolish the merciless class distinction between those who are physically desirable and the lonely, pallid, spotted, silent, unfancied majority.

There is always time for failure