History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past.

I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past.

To design the future effectively, you must first let go of your past.

To design the future effectively, you must first let go of your past.

History is only the register of crimes and misfortunes.

History is only the register of crimes and misfortunes.

It takes an endless amount of history to make even a little tradition.

It takes an endless amount of history to make even a little tradition.

The will to domination is a ravenous beast. There are never enough warm bodies to satiate its monstrous hunger. Once read more

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.

Very few things happen at the right time, and the rest do not happen at all. The conscientious historian will read more

Very few things happen at the right time, and the rest do not happen at all. The conscientious historian will correct these defects.

More history is made by secret handshakes than by battles, bills, and proclamations.

More history is made by secret handshakes than by battles, bills, and proclamations.

They died hard, those savage men-like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. read more

They died hard, those savage men-like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.