Every successful revolution puts on in time the robes of the tyrant it has deposed.
To a historian libraries are food, shelter, and even muse.
Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent, literature dumb, science crippled, thought and speculation at a standstill.
The fleet sailed to its war base in the North Sea, headed not so much for some rendezvous with glory as for rendezvous with discretion.
History is the unfolding of miscalculation.
War is the unfolding of miscalculations.
Dead battles, like dead generals, hold the military mind in their dead grip.
Left to face a hungry winter robbed of their hard-earned harvests, the people experienced their own warrior class not as protectors but ravagers.
For most people reform meant relief from ecclesiastical extortions.
For me, the card catalog has been a companion all my working life. To leave it is like leaving the house one was brought up in.
Money was the crux. Raising money to pay the cost of war was to cause more damage to 14th century society than the physical destruction of war itself.
Business, like a jackal, trotted on the heels of war.
The social damage was not in the failure but in the undertaking, which was expensive. The cost of war was the poison running through the 14th century.
The Hundred Years' War, like the crises of the Church in the same period, broke apart medieval unity.
When truth and reason cannot be heard, then must presumption rule.
Diplomacy means all the wicked devices of the Old World, spheres of influence, balances of power, secret treaties, triple alliances, and, during the interim period, appeasement of Fascism.
No more distressing moment can ever face a British government than that which requires it to come to a hard, fast and specific decision.
What is government but an arrangement by which the many accept the authority of the few?
Governments do not like to face radical remedies; it is easier to let politics predominate.
When reproached for spending too much time with books and clerks, Charles answered, As long as knowledge is honored in this country, so long will it prosper.
Perhaps by this time the 14th century was not quite sane. If enlightened self-interest is the criterion of sanity, in the verdict of Michelet, no epoch was more naturally mad.
As the era of the sword was ending, that of firearms began, in time to allow no lapse in man's belligerent capacity.
If all were equalized by death, as the medieval idea constantly emphasized, was it not possible that inequalities on earth were contrary to the will of God?
Nothing is more certain than death and nothing uncertain but its hour.
History is the unfolding of miscalculations.