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.
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Tell the FBI that the kidnappers should pick out a judge that Nixon wants back.
Tell the FBI that the kidnappers should pick out a judge that Nixon wants back.
Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.
Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.
Qualities absolutely necessary for a historian: (1) Imagination. (2) Prejudice. (3) The power of writing your own biography at the read more
Qualities absolutely necessary for a historian: (1) Imagination. (2) Prejudice. (3) The power of writing your own biography at the same time.
History never looks like history when you are living through it. It always looks confusing and messy, and it always read more
History never looks like history when you are living through it. It always looks confusing and messy, and it always feels uncomfortable.
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.
History repeats itself; historians repeat each other.
History repeats itself; historians repeat each other.
History is more or less bunk. It's tradition. We don't want tradition. We want to live in the present and read more
History is more or less bunk. It's tradition. We don't want tradition. We want to live in the present and the only history that is worth a tinker's dam is the history we made today.
History's like a story in a way: it depends on who's telling it.
History's like a story in a way: it depends on who's telling it.
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.
