History, like love, is so apt to surround her heroes with an atmosphere of imaginary brightness.
A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin, and culture is like a tree without roots.
History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.
The history of the world is none other than the progress of the consciousness of freedom.
History is an account, mostly false, of events, mostly unimportant, which are brought about by rulers, mostly knaves, and soldiers, mostly fools.
There is no history of mankind, there are only many histories of all kinds of aspects of human life.