Mourning is not forgetting. ... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust.
Waiting is one of the great arts.
I am one of those people who are blessed ... with a nature which has to interfere. If I see a thing that needs doing I do it.
When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us.
The optimism of a healthy mind is indefatigable.
However carefully a judge is protected by the experience and the logic of the law, there must be times -not many, I know, or we should have no judges- when the same frightful question must be answered...