I feel overawed by quantity where counting no longer makes sense. By unrepeatability within such a quantity. By creatures of nature gathered in herds, droves, species, in which each individual, while subservient to the mass, retains some distinguishing features. A crowd of people, birds, insects, or leaves is a mysterious assemblage of variants of certain prototype. A riddle of nature's abhorrence of exact repetition or inability to produce it. Just as the human hand cannot repeat its own gesture, I invoke this disturbing law, switching my own immobile herds into that rhythm.
Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man.
A government of laws, and not of men.
Power always thinks... that it is doing God's service when it is violating all his laws.
The fundamental law of the militia is, that it be created, directed and commanded by the laws, and ever for the support of the laws.
The more you meditate on the laws of Moses, the more striking and brighter does their wisdom appear.
Money, which represents the prose of life, and which is hardly spoken of in parlors without an apology, is, in its effects and laws, as beautiful as roses.
If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.
I just find it absolutely bizarre that we are being lectured by the Americans about giving up our sovereignty and giving up control when the Americans won't even sign up to the international convention on the law of the seas, let alone the International Criminal Court.
It is a free press ... There are laws to protect the freedom of the press's speech, but none that are worth anything to protect the people from the press.