Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent, literature dumb, science crippled, thought and speculation at a standstill.
Books are humanity in print.
Books are companions, teachers, magicians, bankers of the treasures of the mind. Books are humanity in print.
To a historian libraries are food, shelter, and even muse.
Nothing so comforts the military mind as the maxim of a great but dead general.
Dead battles, like dead generals, hold the military mind in their dead grip and Germans, no less than other peoples, prepare for the last war.
A relentless talent for tactlessness.
War is the unfolding of miscalculations.
Nothing sickens me more than the closed door of a library.
The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard.
Honor wears different coats to different eyes.
Rome had Caesar, a man of remarkable governing talents, although it must be said that a ruler who arouses opponents to resort to assassination is probably not as smart as he ought to be.
Vainglory, however, no matter how much medieval Christianity insisted it was a sin, is a motor of mankind, no more eradicable than sex.
An event of great agony is bearable only in the belief that it will bring about a better world. When it does not, as in the aftermath of another vast calamity in 1914-18, disillusion is deep and moves on to self-doubt and self-disgust.
Theology being the work of males, original sin was traced to the female.