Those who can remember the past are condemned to tell those who cannot what part of it we are now repeating.
The obscurest epoch is today.
Political corruption used to be friction; now it is lubrication.
Etiquette and ritual are observed long after traditions and religions have died, as fingernails seem to still grow on a corpse.
History is the events leading up to my life; biography is the events leading up to my death.
All people at all times have annals; but only some at a few times have history.
The past, like a mirror, is best gazed into from a middle distance; you can see nothing close up or far away.
Into every 1789 a little 1793 must fall.
The lives of desperation that most men lead at least used to be quiet.
We remember what we believe, and believe what we remember.
We are more like our contemporaries than we imagine, and less like our ancestors.