Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer; preserve my life from fear of the enemy. [Psalms 64:1]

Appeal. In law, to put the dice into the box for another throw.

The world is full of cactus, but we don't have to sit on it.

If you have a lemon, make lemonade.

God prepares great men for great tasks by great trials.

All of the troubles that some people have in life is that which they married into.

A criminal trial is like a Russian novel: it starts with exasperating slowness as the characters are introduced to a jury, then there are complications in the form of minor witnesses, the protagonist finally appears and contradictions arise to produce drama, and finally as both jury and spectators grow weary and confused the pace quickens, reaching its climax in passionate final argument.

Afflictions are but the shadows of God's wings.

God will not permit any troubles to come upon us, unless He has a specific plan by which great blessing can come out of the difficulty.

I'm trusting in the Lord and a good lawyer.

Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.

Trials teach us what we are; they dig up the soil, and let us see what we are made of.

Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you again what you are to presume. I am the judge. I am telling you that. Presume he is innocent. When you sit there, I want you to look and say to yourself, There sits an innocent man.

He maintained that the case was lost or won by the time the final juror had been sworn in; his summation was set in his mind before the first witness was called. It was all in the orchestration, he claimed: in knowing how and where to pitch each and every particular argument; who to intimidate; who to trust, who to flatter and court; who to challenge; when to underplay and exactly when to let out all the stops.