A law is valuable not because it is law, but because there is right in it.

A law is valuable not because it is law, but because there is right in it.

Men's minds are too ingenious in palliating guilt in themselves.
[Lat., Ingenia humana sunt ad suam cuique levandam culpam read more

Men's minds are too ingenious in palliating guilt in themselves.
[Lat., Ingenia humana sunt ad suam cuique levandam culpam nimio
plus facunda.]

Now, O king, establish the decree, and sign the writing, that it
be not changed, according to the law read more

Now, O king, establish the decree, and sign the writing, that it
be not changed, according to the law of the Medes and Persians,
which altereth not.

It is the trade of lawyers to question everything, yield nothing, and to talk by the hour.

It is the trade of lawyers to question everything, yield nothing, and to talk by the hour.

If it weren't for my lawyer, I'd still be in prison. It went a lot faster with two people digging.

If it weren't for my lawyer, I'd still be in prison. It went a lot faster with two people digging.

Arms and laws do not flourish together.

Arms and laws do not flourish together.

A good parson once said that where mystery begins religion ends.
Cannot I say, as truly at least, of read more

A good parson once said that where mystery begins religion ends.
Cannot I say, as truly at least, of human laws, that where
mystery begins, justice ends?

There was an ancient Roman lawyer, of great fame in the history
of Roman jurisprudence, whom they called Cui read more

There was an ancient Roman lawyer, of great fame in the history
of Roman jurisprudence, whom they called Cui Bono, from his
having first introduced into judicial proceedings the argument,
"What end or object could the party have had in the act with
which he is accused."

But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
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But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
That I myself was to myself not mine,
Valuing of her--why she, O, she is fall'n
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again,
And salt too little which may season give
To her foul tainted flesh!