History is apocryphal.
Remembering
The obscurest epoch is today.
—Stevenson
Chivalry is moribund, but every war kindles a recrudescence.
Each photograph in the album is a tiny buttress of age with youth, of a ruined present with a glorious past.
Many historical figures supposed to be influential are chiefly so among the cataloguers of influence.
People throughout history have died mostly of being in the way.
The historical imagination is simply the recognition that then was someone’s now.
Two hundred years ago to call a man a poet implied that he was a god; today it implies that he is a fool.
The archetype of the modern intellectual is not the dry specialist, as the nineteenth century foresaw, but the interdisciplinary huckster.
Revolution gets awfully good press, considering its track record.
More people fear the past than the future.