Maxioms by Edmund Burke
The nerve that never relaxes, the eye that never blanches, the thought that never wanders, the purpose that never wavers read more
The nerve that never relaxes, the eye that never blanches, the thought that never wanders, the purpose that never wavers - these are the masters of victory.
What ever disunites man from God, also disunites man from man.
What ever disunites man from God, also disunites man from man.
There is however a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a
virtue.
There is however a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a
virtue.
I know of nothing sublime which is not some modification of power.
I know of nothing sublime which is not some modification of power.
By gnawing through a dike, even a rat may drown a nation.
By gnawing through a dike, even a rat may drown a nation.