Every smallest step of modern industry depends upon a cooperation whose maintenance and regulation is the very stuff of law.

Words are chameleons, which reflect the color of their environment.

We all have our prayer-wheels which we set up on the steppes. The indifferent winds come and carry most of them away to gasp out their little lives in the desert, for few reach heaven.

We shall succeed only so far as we continue to undertake “the intolerable labor of thought” — that most distasteful of all our activities.

Life is made up of constant calls to action, and we seldom have time for more than hastily contrived answers.

Life in a great society, or for that matter in a small, is a web of tangled relations of all sorts, whose adjustment so that it may be endurable is an extraordinarily troublesome matter.

Right knows no boundaries, and justice no frontiers; the brotherhood of man is not a domestic institution.