History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes.

History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes.

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.

We will hereafter believe less history than ever, now that we have seen how it is made.

We will hereafter believe less history than ever, now that we have seen how it is made.

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful read more

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death

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.

A man can be a hero if he is a scientist, or a soldier, or a drug addict, or a read more

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 culture -- in literature, art, theater, or the daily newspapers.

History: A distillation of rumor.

History: A distillation of rumor.

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.

Miserable creatures, thrown for a moment on the surface of this little pile of mud, is it decreed that one read more

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?