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They were afraid, never having learned what I taught myself: Defeat the fear of death and welcome the death of fear.

They [the mathematicians of the Enlightenment] defined their terms vaguely and used their methods loosely, and the logic of their arguments was made to fit the dictates of their intuition. In short, they broke all the laws of rigor and of mathematical decorum. The veritable orgy which followed the introduction of the infinitesimals... was but a natural reaction. Intuition had too long been held imprisoned by the severe rigor of the Greeks. Now it broke loose, and there were no Euclids to keep its romantic flight in check.

Things have never been more like the way they are today in history.

Thirty resolute men in your House of Commons could save the world.

This agglomeration which was called and which still calls itself the Holy Roman Empire was neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire.

This I hold to be the chief office of history, to rescue virtuous actions from the oblivion to which a want of records would consign them, and that men should feel a dread of being considered infamous in the opinions of posterity, from their depraved expressions and base actions.

This I regard as history's highest function, to let no worthy action be uncommemorated, and to hold out the reprobation of posterity as a terror to evil words and deeds.

This is an hour of history that troubles our minds and hurts our hearts.

This is a huge step toward unraveling Genesis Chapter 1, Verse 1-what happened in the beginning. This is a Genesis machine. It'll help to recreate the most glorious event in the history of the universe.

This is a very fickle and faithless generation.

This is my history; like all other histories, a narrative of misery.

This is the greatest week in the history of the world since the Creation, because as a result of what happened in this week, the world is bigger, infinitely.

This variety of objects will suspend, for some time, the course of the narrative; but the interruption will be censured only by those readers who are insensible to the importance of laws and manners, while they peruse, with eager curiosity, the transient intrigues of a court, or the accidental event of a battle.

This was the Athenians' war against the King of Macedon, a war of words. Words are the only weapons the Athenians have left.

This war, disguise it as they may, is virtually nothing more or less than perpetual slavery against universal freedoms.

Those Victorians: endlessly fascinating, broad in their learning, heroic in their achievements, in parts completely mad.

Those, who are strongly wedded to what I shall call 'the classical theory', will fluctuate, I expect, between a belief that I am quite wrong and a belief that I am saying nothing new. It is for others to determine if either of these or the third alternative is right.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it without a sense of ironic futility.

Those who don't remember the past are condemned to repeat the eleventh grade.

Those who did not live during the years close to 1789 do not know the pleasure of living.

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.

Though I never ordered it, and never wished for it, I have never shed any tears over the event, because I believe that it hastened what we all fought for, the end of the war.

Through searching out origins, one becomes a crab. The historian looks backwards, and finally he also believes backwards.

Though anti-Semitism had been only one of several sources of Nazi voting strength, after 1933 Hitler placed anti-Semitic ideologues, the most important of whom were Joseph Goebbels, Otto Dietrich and Alfred Rosenberg, at the top of the key opinion-shaping institutions. In a dictatorship resting on the 'leadership principle', Hitler's anti-Semitic convictions defined policy.

Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.

Throughout human history, the apostles of purity, those who have claimed to possess a total explanation, have wrought havoc among mere mixed-up human beings.

To admire on principle is the only way to imitate without loss of originality.

Time in its irresistible and ceaseless flow carries along on its flood all created things and drowns them in the depths of obscurity. . . . But the tale of history forms a very strong bulwark against the stream of time, and checks in some measure its irresistible flow, so that, of all things done in it, as many as history has taken over it secures and binds together, and does not allow them to slip away into the abyss of oblivion.

To all those who have suffered as a consequence of our troubled past I extend my sincere thoughts and deep sympathy. With the benefit of historical hindsight we can all see things which we would wish had been done differently or not at all.

Today it is fashionable to talk about the poor. Unfortunately, it is not fashionable to talk with them.

To converse with historians is to keep good company; many of them were excellent men, and those who were not, have taken care to appear such in their writings.

To die for the revolution is a one-shot deal; to live for the revolution means taking on the more difficult commitment of changing our day-to-day life patterns.

To develop and perfect and arm conscience is the great achievement of history.

To live is like to love - all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

To know the truth of history is to realize its ultimate myth and its inevitable ambiguity.

To knock a thing down, especially if it is cocked at an arrogant angle, is a deep delight of the blood.

To live without history is to live like an infant, constantly amazed and challenged by a strange and unnamed world.

To resume, in a few words, the system of the Imperial government, as it was instituted by Augustus, and maintained by those princes who understood their own interest and that of the people, it may be defined an absolute monarchy disguised by the forms of a commonwealth. The masters of the Roman world surrounded their throne with darkness, concealed their irresistible strength, and humbly professed themselves the accountable ministers of the senate, whose supreme decrees they dictated and obeyed.

Tomorrow, the Tripartite Pact will become an instrument of just peace between the peoples. Italians! Once more arise and be worthy of this historical hour! We shall win.

To people who remember JFK's assassination, JFK Jr. will probably always be that boy saluting his father's coffin.

Too many historical writers are the votaries of cults, which, by definition are dedicated to whitewashing warts and hanging halos.

Too many so-called historians are really 'hysterians'; their thinking is more visceral than cerebral. When their duties as citizens clash with their responsibilities as scholars, Clio frequently takes a back seat.

To rush in upon an event before its significance has had time to separate from the surrounding circumstances may be enterprising, but is it useful? ... The recent prevalence of these hot histories on publishers' lists raises the question: Should - or perhaps can - history be written while it is still smoking?

To the extent that the judicial profession becomes the daily routine of deciding cases on the most secure precedents and the narrowest grounds available, the judicial mind atrophies and its perspective shrinks.

To the love of pleasure we may therefore ascribe most of the agreeable, to the love of action we may attribute most of the useful and respectable, qualifications. The character in which both the one and the other should be united and harmonised would seem to constitute the most perfect idea of human nature.

Truth, naked, unblushing truth, the first virtue of all serious history, must be the sole recommendation of this personal narrative.

Toughness doesn't have to come in a pinstripe suit.

Truth comes to us from the past, as gold is washed down from the mountains of Sierra Nevada, in minute but precious particles, and intermixed with infinite alloy, the debris of the centuries.

Truth is the only merit that gives dignity and worth to history.

To those of you who seek lost objects of history, I wish you the best of luck. They're out there, and they're whispering.