Maxioms by Edmund Burke
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.
The march of the human mind is slow.
The march of the human mind is slow.
There ought to be a system of manners in every nation which a well-formed mind would be disposed to relish. read more
There ought to be a system of manners in every nation which a well-formed mind would be disposed to relish. To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely.
They made and recorded a sort of institute and digest of anarchy,
called the rights of man.
They made and recorded a sort of institute and digest of anarchy,
called the rights of man.
The tyranny of a multitude is a multiplied tyranny.
The tyranny of a multitude is a multiplied tyranny.
