The charm of history and its enigmatic lesson consist in the fact that, from age to age, nothing changes and yet everything is completely different.
It is the soothing thing about history that it does repeat itself.
History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.
History is the autobiography of a madman.
History, like love, is so apt to surround her heroes with an atmosphere of imaginary brightness.
History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce.
The history of the world is but the biography of great men.
History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.
History is the version of past events that people have decided to agree upon.
History is not a burden on the memory but an illumination of the soul.
History teaches that grave threats to liberty often come in times of urgency, when constitutional rights seem too extravagant to endure.
History is a set of lies agreed upon.
The farther backward you can look, the farther forward you are likely to see.
History is a people's memory, and without a memory, man is demoted to the lower animals.
We are not makers of history. We are made by history.
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots.
The only thing we learn from history is that we learn nothing from history.