Almost everyone believes in science; it is history that no one believes in.
The obscurest epoch is today.
Now we celebrate human diversity, having spent the last few millennia obliterating it.
History is indicative, not dispositive.
I regret less the great works that have been irretrievably lost than the mediocre ones that have been irrevocably preserved.
We speak of rewriting history, as if there were an alternative.
Humor used to be funny.
If progress is marching, it must be drunk.
Classical Greece was infested with trolls, then called philosophers.
From ironical use to obsolescence is a matter of a moment.
The hard sciences killed God, natural selection buried Him, variance drove a silver stake through His heart, and yet He will not die.