Men, like peaches and pears, grow sweet a little while before they begin to decay.

On every stem, on every leaf,... and at the root of everything that grew, was a professional specialist in the shape of grub, caterpillar, aphis, or other expert, whose business it was to devour that particular part.

But the moment you turn a corner you see another straight stretch ahead and there comes some further challenge to your ambition.

The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the center of each and every town or city.

Every man is an omnibus in which his ancestors ride.

The language of judicial decision is mainly the language of logic. And the logical method and form flatter that longing for certainty and for repose which is in every human mind. But certainty generally is illusion, and repose is not the destiny of man.

Certainty generally is illusion, and repose is not the destiny of man.