From Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, as presented on my Microsoft Bookshelf 1991 CD-ROM on my Pentium 1 tower this evening:
My life has been the poem I would have writ,
But I could not live and utter it.
~ A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers 
And this helped me more than I expected:
The fate of the country [..] does not depend on what kind of paper you drop into the ballot box once a year, but on what kind of man you drop from your chamber into the street each morning.
~ Slavery in Massachusetts