Quotes
Quotes - Burke
The people never give up their liberties but under some delusion.
My vigour relents. I pardon something to the spirit of liberty.
There ought to be 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.
Resolved to die in the last dyke of prevarication.
She is not made to be the admiration of all, but the happiness of one.
The march of the human mind is slow.
It is hard to say whether the doctors of law or divinity have made the greater advances in the lucrative business of mystery.
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper. â¢Edmund Burke Which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night!
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
Some degree of novelty must be one of the materials in almost every instrument which works upon the mind; and curiosity blends itself, more or less, with all our pleasures.
Some degree of novelty must be one of the materials in almost every instrument which works upon the mind; and curiosity blends itself, more or less, with all our pleasures.
They defend their errors as if they were defending their inheritance.
The age of chivalry is gone.--That of sophisters, economists and calculators has succeeded.
There is however a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.
Our patience will achieve more than our force.
The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is gone!
By gnawing through a dike, even a rat may drown a nation.
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.
By gnawing through a dike, even a rat may drown a nation.
Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.
You had that action and counteraction which, in the natural and in the political world, from the reciprocal struggle of discordant powers draws out the harmony of the universe.
Of this stamp is the cant of, not men, but measures.
The balance of power.
I know of nothing sublime which is not some modification of power.
Turn over a new leaf.
