To us who remain behind is left this day of memories. Every year--in the full tide of spring, at the height of the symphony of flowers and love and life--there comes a pause, and through the silence we hear the lonely pipe of death.

Between two groups of people who want to make inconsistent kinds of worlds, I see no remedy but force.

I despise making the most of one's time. Half of the pleasures of life consist of the opportunities one has neglected.

The history of what the law has been is necessary to the knowledge of what the law is.

There is a little plant called reverence in the corner of my soul's garden, which I love to have watered once a week.

There is in all men a demand for the superlative, so much so that the poor devil that has no other way of reaching it attains it by getting drunk.

The nearer you come into relation with a person, the more necessary do tact and courtesy become.