Who is Lord Acton

John Emerich Edward Dalberg-Acton, 1st Baron Acton, 13th Marquess of Groppoli, (10 January 1834 – 19 June 1902), better known as Lord Acton, was an English Catholic historian, politician, and writer. He was the only son of Sir Ferdinand Dalberg-Acton, 7th Baronet, and a grandson of the Neapolitan admiral and prime minister Sir John Acton, 6th Baronet. Between 1837 and 1869 he was known as Sir John Dalberg-Acton, 8th Baronet.

He is best remembered for the remark, "Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men…", which he made in a letter to an Anglican bishop.

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John Acton's grandfather succeeded to the baronetcy and family estates in Shropshire in 1791. The estates had previously been held...
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Cerebralwisdom: a people averse to the institution of private property is without the first elements of freedom. - lord acton
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Cerebralwisdom: a people averse to the institution of private property is without the first elements of freedom. - lord acton
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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
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And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
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