The day before yesterday has always been a day of glamor, of gilt and glory. The present is sordid and prosaic. Time colors history as it does a meer….

In individuals as in nations, contentment is silent, which tends to unbalance the historical record..

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? .….

History is past politics, and politics is present history..

It's really hard for me to use the term 'history' in the singular, because it suggests a reductivist view of how moments and events congeal and refle….

The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard.

What about snipers?" I once asked someone. He said, "Oh, most of the snipers have automatic weapon. They arent very accurate..

I should like to abolish funerals; the time to mourn a person is at his birth, not his death..

American time has stretched around the world. It has become the dominant tempo of modern history, especially of the history of Europe..

Athens built the Acropolis. Corinth was a commercial city, interested in purely materialistic things. Today we admire Athens, visit it, preserve the ….

History does not belong to us; we belong to it..

Without the changed conditions, the product of a lost war, a revolution and a pervasive sense of national humiliation, Hitler would have remained a n….

We cannot adopt the way of living that was satisfactory a hundred years ago. The world in which we live has changed, and we must change with it..

Histories used often to be stories: the fashion now is to leave out the story. Our histories are stall-fed: the facts are absorbed by the reflexio….

We, while noting many things amiss about Victorian society, more often sense them judging us..

Hubert Humphrey talks so fast that listening to him is like trying to read Playboy magazine with your wife turning the pages..

For four - fifths of our history, our planet was populated by pondscum..

Novels arise out of the shortcomings of History..

The past has always been the handmaid of authority..

The man for whom history is bunk is almost invariably as obtuse to the future as he is blind to the past..

Reality is a staircase going neither up nor down, we don't move; today is today, always is today..