The revolutionary is nostalgic for the future.
The obscurest epoch is today.
Not so long ago people were enslaved by other than comfort, choice, and convenience.
It would have occurred to approximately no one in history to ask if what he was doing made him happy.
We ought to think of the present as if it were the past; instead we think of the past as if it were the present.
Theories of history owe their enduring popularity to the difficulty of perceiving accident in accomplished fact.
Fiction is more confining than history, for fiction must be plausible, while history need only be real.
Cultural epochs used to last for centuries, then generations, then decades, now a year or two, and soon it will be fifteen minutes.
Memory is as cruel to others as it is kind to oneself.
The list of people who achieve posthumous fame after a lifetime of obscurity is short, and will not include you.
Spelling has gone the way of handwriting.