History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

The dignity of history.

The dignity of history.

The true picture of the past flits by. The past can be seized only as an image which flashes up read more

The true picture of the past flits by. The past can be seized only as an image which flashes up at the instant when it can be recognized and is never seen again.

History is a pack of lies about events that never happened told by people who weren't there.

History is a pack of lies about events that never happened told by people who weren't there.

Every historian discloses a new horizon.

Every historian discloses a new horizon.

What is all our histories, but God showing himself, shaking and trampling on everything that he has not planted.

What is all our histories, but God showing himself, shaking and trampling on everything that he has not planted.

Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.

Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.

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.

Let the ruling classes tremble at a communist revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have read more

Let the ruling classes tremble at a communist revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win. Workingmen of all countries, unite!