Edmund Burke

Ireland
12 Jan 1729 // 9 Jul 1797
Statesman / Author / Orator/ Philosopher

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In a free country every man thinks he has a concern in all public matters, that he has a right to form and a right to deliver an opinion on them. This it is that fills countries with men of ability in all stations
If you can be well without health, you may be happy without virtue
If we command our wealth, we shall be rich and free; if our wealth commands us, we are poor indeed. We are bought by the enemy with the treasure in our own coffers
If the prudence of reserve and decorum dictates silence in some circumstances, in others prudence of a higher order may justify us in speaking our thoughts
If any ask me what a free government is, I answer that, for any particular purpose, it is what the people think so
If an idiot were to tell you the same story every day for a year, you would end by believing him
I venture to say no war can be long carried on against the will of the people
I own that there is a haughtiness and fierceness in human nature which will cause innumerable broils, place men in what situation you please
I know of nothing sublime which is not some modification of power
I do not hesitate to say that the road to eminence and power, from an obscure condition, ought not to be made too easy, nor a thing too much of course. If rare merit be the rarest of all things, it ought to pass through some sort of probation. The temple of honor ought to be seated on an eminence. If it be open through virtue, let it be remembered, too, that virtue is never tried but by some difficulty and some struggle
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