“Go on, son, you're not doing me any good by bleeding.”

“My mother told me… if you're going to get anywhere, you're going to have to do it yourself, because no one is going to do it for you.”

“A good friend of my son's is a son to me.”

“There's a devil inside me which cries, "You're not the son of the Carpenter, you're the son of King David! You are not a man, you are the Son of man whom Daniel prophesied." And still more: "The Son of God! And still more: God!"”

“Booze takes a lot of time and effort if you're going to do a good job with it.”

“If you're going to be a good and faithful judge, you have to resign yourself to the fact that you're not always going to like the conclusions you reach. If you like them all the time, you're probably doing something wrong.”

“For freedom's battle, once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.”

“Bow to nothing, son. I make mistakes as well as any man. If you think me wrong, be so good as to damn well say so.”

“If you're going to lick the icing off somebody else's cake you won't be nourished and it won't do you any good, or you might find the cake had caraway seeds and you hate them.”

“With your head full of brains,
and your shoes full of feet,
You're too smart to go down any not-so-good-street.”