Like so many traditions, most people don’t know how it started, and more people don’t care. They only know how it makes them feel to see it. And what it stands for.
Legacy is a lie. There is no control in the hereafter.
It’s much better to be the lawyer and go home when the hour’s up, get some sleep. If you’re the client, you’re up all night.
It’s easy to forget one’s ideals when there’s a pile of money or political spoils on the table, because we each have things we want, and there never seems to be enough to pay for them.
If you harbor split loyalties, and fail to take a side, your mind may become nothing more than the soil for mint sprigs.
I don’t fool myself that I bring any measure of joy to most with whom I daily interact. That’s the prosecutor’s curse. Like a dentist without the laughing gas.
Fleeting moments in the wild can stick. We need those moments.
Faith can be a beautiful thing, except when it’s misplaced.
Even men who run the world need to get in touch with our true animalistic nature.
Damage control is best performed without an audience.
Conscience can be a little bit like those old nonstick pans. Flakes off under heat. Produces noxious fumes that ruin the whole enterprise.
Calculation is not something to be scoffed at. It’s a tool. A tactic.
