Drop, dropin our sleep, upon the heartsorrow falls, memorys pain,and to us, though against our very will,even in our own despite,comes wisdomby the awful grace of God. – Aeschylus
But America is a great, unwieldy Body. Its Progress must be slow. It is like a large Fleet sailing under Convoy. The fleetest Sailors must wait for the dullest and slowest. Like a Coach and sixthe swiftest Horses must be slackened and the slowest quickened, that all may keep an even Pace. – John Adams