Edmund Burke

My vigour relents. I pardon something to the spirit of liberty.

My vigour relents. I pardon something to the spirit of liberty.

Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.

Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.

I know of nothing sublime which is not some modification of power.

I know of nothing sublime which is not some modification of power.

But the concessions of the weak are the concessions of fear.

But the concessions of the weak are the concessions of fear.

A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not
yet hardened into the bone read more

A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not
yet hardened into the bone of manhood.