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. - James Russell Lowell

Whatever you may be sure of, be sure of this, that you are dreadfully like other people.

Simple as it seems, it was a great discovery that the key of knowledge could turn both ways, that it could open, as well as lock, the door of power to the many.

AND what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;