Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every hillside, every valley, every clearing and wood, is holy in the memory and experience of my people. Even those unspeaking stones along the shore are loud with event and memories in the life of my people. Our bare feet know the kindred touch. The earth is rich with the lives of our kin.
Good intentions will always be pleaded for every assumption of authority. The Constitution was made to guard the people against the dangers of good intentions. There are men in all ages who mean to govern well, but they mean to govern. They promise to be good masters, but they mean to be masters.
Daniel Webster, US Senator, 1827 – 1840, known as “Defender of the Constitution”
A sentiment that comes to mind as winter lingers, with the expectation of spring waiting beyond the horizon. The same might apply to politics and culture in the United States, dominated as it is by antagonism. For now, patience in tribulation more closely fits our predicament.