History is a confused heap of facts.

History is a confused heap of facts.

The supreme, the merciless, the destroyer of opposition, the exalted King, the shepherd, the protector of the quarters of the read more

The supreme, the merciless, the destroyer of opposition, the exalted King, the shepherd, the protector of the quarters of the world, the King the word of whose mouth destroys mountains and seas, who by his lordly attack has forced mighty and merciless Kings from the rising of the sun to the setting of the same to acknowledge one supremacy.

The world's history is constant, like the laws of nature, and simple, like the souls of men. The same conditions read more

The world's history is constant, like the laws of nature, and simple, like the souls of men. The same conditions continually produce the same results.

Let the ruling classes tremble at a communist revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have read more

Let the ruling classes tremble at a communist revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win. Workingmen of all countries, unite!

History is an illogical record. It hinges on nothing. It is a story that changes, and has accidents, and recovers read more

History is an illogical record. It hinges on nothing. It is a story that changes, and has accidents, and recovers with scars.

The most terrible job in warfare is to be a second lieutenant leading a platoon when you are on the read more

The most terrible job in warfare is to be a second lieutenant leading a platoon when you are on the battlefield.

You lived too long, we have supped full with heroes, they waste their deaths on us.

You lived too long, we have supped full with heroes, they waste their deaths on us.

For historians ought to be precise, truthful, and quite unprejudiced, and neither interest nor fear, hatred nor affection, should cause read more

For historians ought to be precise, truthful, and quite unprejudiced, and neither interest nor fear, hatred nor affection, should cause them to swerve from the path of truth, whose mother is history, the rival of time, the depository of great actions, the witness of what is past, the example and instruction of the present, the monitor of the future.

Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.

Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.