He who is the author of a war lets loose the whole contagion of hell and opens a vein that bleeds a nation to death.
He who is the author of a war lets loose the whole contagion of hell and opens a vein that bleeds a nation to death.
If a God, he could not suffer death, for immortality cannot die, and as a man his death could be no more than the death of any other person
I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.
Burke is not affected by the reality of distress touching his heart, but by the showy resemblance of it striking his imagination. He pities the plumage, but forgets the dying bird.
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