George F. Hoar: “Thus the wise nightingale that leaves her home, Pursuing constantly the cheerful spring, To foreign groves does her old…”

We bring you the heart's love of Boston where you were born, and Worcester where you took the early vows you have kept so well; of Massachusetts who knows she has no worthier son, and of the great and free country to whom you have taught…

The language Statius uses is more simple than mine; but this is substantially the picture he gives: and I know of nothing that so impresses on the imagination the thunder of the power of the Roman Empire as this creation in the wilderness…

This Treaty would make us a vulgar, common place empire, controlling subject races and vassal states, in which one class must forever rule and other classes forever obey.

We speak of a light that makes darkness visible; and similarly there are sounds that deepen the long intervals of silence with which they alternate.