The front aspect of great thoughts can only be enjoyed by those who stand on the side whence they arrive.

While the Governor, and the Mayor, and countless officers of the Commonwealth are at large, the champions of liberty are imprisoned.

...how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity!

Our actual Friends are but distant relations of those to whom we are pledged.

Here or nowhere is our heaven.

You speak of poverty and dependence. Who are poor and dependent? Who are rich and independent? When was it that men agreed to respect the appearance and not the reality?

The change from storm and winter to serene and mild weather, from dark and sluggish hours to bright and elastic ones, is a memorable crisis which all things proclaim. It is seemingly instantaneous at last.