Maxioms by John Locke
O, love is the soul of a true Irishman;
He loves all that's lovely, loves all that he can,
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O, love is the soul of a true Irishman;
He loves all that's lovely, loves all that he can,
With his sprig of shillelagh and shamrock so green.
It is vain to find fault with those arts of deceiving, wherein
men find pleasure to be deceived.
It is vain to find fault with those arts of deceiving, wherein
men find pleasure to be deceived.
The only fence against the world is a thorough knowledge of it.
The only fence against the world is a thorough knowledge of it.
Reading furnishes the mind only with materials for knowledge; it is thinking that makes what we read ours.
Reading furnishes the mind only with materials for knowledge; it is thinking that makes what we read ours.
He that judges without informing himself to the utmost that he is
capable, cannot acquit himself of judging amiss.
He that judges without informing himself to the utmost that he is
capable, cannot acquit himself of judging amiss.
