Words Are Chameleons, Which Reflect

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.

The Use Of History Is To Tell Us What We Are, For At Our Birth We Are Nearly Empty Vessels And We Become What Our Tradition Pours Into Us.

If We Are To Keep Our Democracy, There Must Be One Commandment: Thou Shalt Not Ration Justice.

Liberty Lies In The Hearts Of Men And Women; When It Dies There, No Constitution, No Law, No Court Can Save It ... The Spirit Of Liberty Is The Spirit Which Is Not Too Sure That It Is Right; The Spirit Of Liberty Is The Spirit Which Seeks To Understand The Minds Of Other Men And Women; The Spirit Of Liberty Is The Spirit Which Weighs Their Interests Alongside Its Own Without Bias.