Though old the thought and oft exprest, 'Tis his at last who says it best. - James Russell Lowell

And I honor the man who is willing to sink
Half his present repute for the freedom to think,
And, when he has thought, be his cause strong or weak,
Will risk t'other half for the freedom to speak, Caring naught for what vengeance the mob has in store, Let that mob be the upper ten thousand or lower.

I first drew in New England's air, and from her hardy breast
Sucked in the tyrant-hating milk that will not let me rest.

There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea; I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.