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The true picture of the past flits by. The past can be seized only as an image which flashes up read more
The true picture of the past flits by. The past can be seized only as an image which flashes up at the instant when it can be recognized and is never seen again.
Anyone who knows anything of history knows that great social changes are impossible without feminine upheaval. Social progress can be read more
Anyone who knows anything of history knows that great social changes are impossible without feminine upheaval. Social progress can be measured exactly by the social position of the fair sex, the ugly ones included.
The three-martini lunch is the epitome of American efficiency. Where else can you get an earful, a bellyful and a read more
The three-martini lunch is the epitome of American efficiency. Where else can you get an earful, a bellyful and a snootful at the same time?
She would rather light candles than curse the darkness and her glow has warmed the world.
She would rather light candles than curse the darkness and her glow has warmed the world.
There is no wisdom equal to that which comes after the event.
There is no wisdom equal to that which comes after the event.
History would be wonderful thing - if it were only true.
History would be wonderful thing - if it were only true.
Many are always praising the by-gone time, for it is natural that the old should extol the days of their read more
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.
The people of Crete unfortunately make more history than they can consume locally.
The people of Crete unfortunately make more history than they can consume locally.
History is fond of her grandchildren, for it offers them the marrow of the bones, which the previous generation had read more
History is fond of her grandchildren, for it offers them the marrow of the bones, which the previous generation had hurt its hands in breaking.
