The construction of Europe is an art. It is the art of the possible.

The construction of Europe is an art. It is the art of the possible.

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?

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.

Most of us spend too much time on the last twenty-four hours and too little on the last six thousand read more

Most of us spend too much time on the last twenty-four hours and too little on the last six thousand years.

I would much rather have men ask why I have no statue than why I have one.

I would much rather have men ask why I have no statue than why I have one.

Failure is impossible.

Failure is impossible.

One of the lessons of history is that 'nothing' is often a good thing to do and always a clever read more

One of the lessons of history is that 'nothing' is often a good thing to do and always a clever thing to say.

Tyranny destroys or strengthens the individual; freedom enervates him, until he becomes no more than a puppet. Man has more read more

Tyranny destroys or strengthens the individual; freedom enervates him, until he becomes no more than a puppet. Man has more chances of saving himself by hell than by paradise.

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.