Maxioms by Edmund Burke
When we speak of the commerce with our colonies, fiction lags
after truth, invention is unfruitful, and imagination cold read more
When we speak of the commerce with our colonies, fiction lags
after truth, invention is unfruitful, and imagination cold and
barren.
Of this stamp is the cant of, not men, but measures.
Of this stamp is the cant of, not men, but measures.
She is not made to be the admiration of all, but the happiness of one.
She is not made to be the admiration of all, but the happiness of one.
Beauty is the promise of happiness.
Beauty is the promise of happiness.
You can never plan the future by the past.
You can never plan the future by the past.
