Flash mobs appeared from nowhere, a few years ago, and vanished as suddenly as they came.
The obscurest epoch is today.
There are no murders of great civilizations — only suicides.
The savage’s hatred of the civilized man does little harm, unless abetted by the civilized man’s hatred of himself.
The conservative stands athwart history with a radar gun, handing out the occasional speeding ticket to make quota.
Written history is mostly war, and the surest way to be remembered is to start one.
Whiggism implies boundless optimism about the future, and, less often noted, boundless contempt for the past.
We say of posthumously venerated figures that they waited generations or centuries to receive their due. It does not occur to us that they may have deserved their earlier neglect, and that it is we who have been taken in.
High civilizations are lost not in battle but by forfeit.
The people who believe in Whig history have never read a page of it.
The philosopher, who needs to remember what he knows, forgets; and the historian, who needs to forget, remembers.