Even the Germans did not succeed in doing the damage you propose to do.
History is a gallery of pictures in which there are few originals and many copies.
All history is but the lengthened shadow of a great man.
How many pens are broken, how many ink bottles consumed, to write about things that have never happened.
A light supper, a good night's sleep, and a fine morning have often made a hero of the same man who by indigestion, a restless night, and a rainy morning, would have proved a coward.
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
No historian can take part with--or against--the forces he has to study. To him even the extinction of the human race should merely be a fact to be grouped with other vital statistics.
To many fame comes too late.
Many are always praising the by-gone time, for it is natural that the old should extol the days of their youth; the weak, the time of their strength; the sick, the season of their vigor; and the disappointed, the spring-tide of their hopes.
Hegel was right when he said that we learn from history that man can never learn anything from history.
Every man is his own ancestor, and every man his own heir. He devises his own fortune, and he inherits his own past.
Miserable creatures, thrown for a moment on the surface of this little pile of mud, is it decreed that one half of the flock should be the persecutor of the other? Is it for you, mankind, to pronounce on what is good and what is evil?
A man can be a hero if he is a scientist, or a soldier, or a drug addict, or a disc jockey, or a crummy mediocre politician. A man can be a hero because he suffers and despairs; or because he thinks logically and analytically; or because he is "sensitive;" or because he is cruel. Wealth establishes a man as a hero, and so does poverty. Virtually any circumstance in a man's life will make him a hero to some group of people and has a mythic rendering in the cultureâin literature, art, theater, or the daily newspapers.
I once asked my history teacher how we were expected to learn anything useful from his subject, when it seemed to me to be nothing but a monotonous and sordid succession of robber baron scumbags devoid of any admirable human qualities. I failed history.
We have the power to make this the best generation of mankind in the history of the worldâor the last.
The will to domination is a ravenous beast. There are never enough warm bodies to satiate its monstrous hunger. Once alive, this beast grows and grows, feeding on all the life around it, scouring the earth to find new sources of nourishment. This beast lives in each man who battens on female servitude.
Beware of endeavoring to become a great man in a hurry. One such attempt in ten thousand may succeed. These are fearful odds.
There were his young barbarians all at play There was their Dacian mother--he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday.
The holy man, though he be distressed, does not eat food mixed with wickedness. The lion, though hungry, will not eat what is unclean.
PRELATE, n. A church officer having a superior degree of holiness and a fat preferment. One of Heaven's aristocracy. A gentleman of God.
I always try to balance the light with the heavy - a few tears of human spirit in with the sequins and the fringes.
I married a German. Every night I dress up as Poland and he invades me.
No outward doors of a man's house can in general be broken open to execute any civil process; though in criminal cases the public safety supersedes the private.
To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel-- Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.