The Supreme Court's only armor is the cloak of public trust; its sole ammunition, the collective hopes of our society.
To the extent that the judicial profession becomes the daily routine of deciding cases on the most secure precedents and the narrowest grounds available, the judicial mind atrophies and its perspective shrinks.
Dad, I'm in some trouble. There's been an accident and you're going to hear all sorts of things about me from now on. Terrible things.
What is sad for women of my generation is that they weren't supposed to work if they had families. What were they going to do when the children are grown - watch the raindrops coming down the window pane?
History is a relentless master. It has no present, only the past rushing into the future. To try to hold fast is to be swept aside.
If we cannot now end our differences, at least we can help make the world safe for diversity.
Let us not seek the Republican answer or the Democratic answer, but the right answer. Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past. Let us accept our own responsibility for the future.
We would like to live as we once lived, but history will not permit it.
When written in Chinese, the word "crisis" is composed of two characters. One represents danger and the other represents opportunity.
The more bombers, the less room for doves of peace.
It was a Greek tragedy. Nixon was fulfilling his own nature. Once it started it could not end otherwise.
History is a tool used by politicians to justify their intentions.
The people of England have been led in Mesopotamia into a trap from which it will be hard to escape with dignity and honor.
It is impossible to predict the time and progress of revolution. It is governed by its own more or less mysterious laws.
They were afraid, never having learned what I taught myself: Defeat the fear of death and welcome the death of fear.
The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise with the occasion. As our case is new, so we must think anew and act anew.
Could I have but a line a century hence crediting a contribution to the advance of peace, I would yield every honor which has been accorded by war.
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
They died hard, those savage men - like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.
Whether in chains or in laurels, liberty knows nothing but victories.