The epoch of Customary Law, and of its custody by a privileged order, is a very remarkable one.

The Roman jurisprudence has the longest known history of any set of human institutions.

The ancient codes were doubtless originally suggested by the discovery and diffusion of the art of writing.

The inquiries of the jurist are in truth prosecuted much as inquiry in physic and physiology was prosecuted before observation had taken the place of assumption.

Our authorities leave us no doubt that the trust lodged with the oligarchy was sometimes abused, but it certainly ought not to be regarded as a mere usurpation or engine of tyranny.

When primitive law has once been embodied in a Code, there is an end to what may be called its spontaneous development.

The movement of the progressive societies has hitherto been a movement from Status to Contract.

Law is stable the societies we are speaking of are progressive. The greater or less happiness of a people depends on the degree of promptitude with which the gulf is narrowed.

The Roman Code was merely an enunciation in words of the existing customs of the Roman people.

He reminded her of the way male lions look sad, as if their nobility is a terrible weight.

Just bear a passing resemblance to a fictional romantic trope I like and I will love you forever. We're all just trying to find the Mark Darcy of our workplace, aren't we?

That's the beauty of YouTube. You can take whatever you want and create a video from your home and put it up, and you're just sharing it with your friends.

Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

Art is difficult. Its not entertainment.

If I had to come up with something that just came to me, I think growing up in a small town, I want knowledge. I still think today, knowledge is one of the keys.

Man is truly born the time he dies.

I would argue that the objective evidence shows that big government is not a friend to African Americans.

When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.