Heaven. . . a place where everything that is not music is silence.
I know of no title that I deem more honorable than that of Professor of the Harvard Law School.
The State insists that, by thus quarantining the general reading public against books not too rugged for grown men and women in order to shield juvenile innocence, it is exercising its power to promote the general welfare. Surely this is to burn the house to roast the pig. . . The incidence of this enactment is to reduce the adult population of Michigan to reading only what is fit for children.
The accretion of dangerous power does not come in a day. It does come, however slowly, from the generative force of unchecked disregard of the restrictions that fence in even the most disinterested assertion of authority.
The words of the Constitution. . . are so unrestricted by their intrinsic meaning or by their history or by tradition or by prior decisions that they leave the individual Justice free, if indeed they do not compel him, to gather meaning not from reading the Constitution but from reading life.
It simply is not true that war never settles anything.
The Procrustean bed is not a symbol of equality. It is no less inequality to have equality among unequals.
I tend to focus on what I'm doing at the moment, and that takes up the entire span of my focus.
X-rays. . . I am afraid of them. I stopped experimenting with them two years ago, when I came near to losing my eyesight and Dally, my assistant practically lost the use of both of his arms.
The age looks steadily to the redressing of wrong, to the righting of every form of error and injustice; and a tireless and prying philanthropy, which is almost omniscient, is one of the most hopeful characteristics of the time.
Digital technology allows us a much larger scope to tell stories that were pretty much the grounds of the literary media.