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The best job goes to the person who can get it done without passing the buck or coming back with excuses.
A little man often cast a long shadow.
I have two doctors, my left leg and my right.
Village cricket spread fast through the land.
After a day's walk everything has twice its usual value.
One half who graduate from college never read another book.
Action springs not from thought, but from a readiness for responsibility.
We are the children of the earth and removed from her our spirit withers.
Disinterested intellectual curiosity is the life blood of real civilization.
Anger is a momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you.
History repeats itself and History never repeats itself are about equally true.
Many who burnt heretics in the ordinary way of their business were otherwise excellent people.
Social history might be defined negatively as the history of a people with the politics left out
Social history might be defined negatively as the history of a people with the politics left out.
Before modern times there was Walking, but not the perfection of Walking, because there was no tea.
Education... has produced a vast population able to read but unable to distinguish what is worth reading.
We never know enough about the infinitely complex circumstances of any past event to prophesy the future by analogy.
There is no orthodoxy in walking. It is a land of many paths and no-paths, where every one goes his own and is right.
Every true history must force us to remember that the past was once as real as the present and as uncertain as the future.
If the French noblesse had been capable of playing cricket with their peasants, their chateaux would never have been burnt.
I never knew a man go for an honest day's walk for whatever distance, great or small, and not have his reward in the repossession of his soul.
The best historian is he who combines knowledge of the evidence with the largest intellect, the warmest human sympathy and the highest imaginative powers.
Socrates gave no diplomas or degrees, and would have subjected any disciple who demanded one to a disconcerting catechism on the nature of true knowledge.
Never tell a young person that anything cannot be done. God may have been waiting centuries for someone ignorant enough of the impossible to do that very thing.
History is the open Bible: we historians are not priests to expound it infallibly: our function is to teach people to read it and to reflect upon it for themselves.
If one could make alive again for other people some cobwebbed skein of old dead intrigues and breathe breath and character into dead names and stiff portraits. That is history to me!
And how fascinating history is - the long, variegated pageant of man's still continuing evolution of this strange planet, so much the most interesting of all the myriads of spinners through space.
"History repeats itself" and "History never repeats itself" are about equally true ... We never know enough about the infinitely complex circumstances of any past event to prophesy the future by analogy.
We are literally children of the earth, and removed from her our spirits wither or run to various forms of insanity. Unless we can refresh ourselves at least by intermittent contact with nature, we grow awry.
Village cricket spread fast through the land. In those days before it became scientific, cricket was the best game in the world to watch, with its rapid sequence of amusing incidents, each ball a potential crisis!
I have two doctors, my left leg and my right. When body and mind are out of gear (and those twin parts of me live at such close quarters that the one always catches melancholy from the other) I know that I shall have only to call in my doctors and I shall be well again.
Since history has no properly scientific value, its only purpose is educative. And if historians neglect to educate the public, if they fail to interest it intelligently in the past, then all their historical learning is valueless except in so far as it educates themselves.
The chorus-ending from Aristophanes, raised every night from every ditch that drains into the Mediterranean, hoarse and primeval as the raven's croak, is one of the grandest tunes to walk by. Or on a night in May, one can walk through the too rare Italian forests for an hour on end and never be out of hearing of the nightingale's song.
The poetry of history lies in the quasi-miraculous fact that once, on this earth, once, on this familiar spot of ground, walked other men and women, as actual as we are today, thinking their own thoughts, swayed by their own passions, but now all gone, one generation vanishing into another, gone as utterly as we ourselves shall shortly be gone, like ghosts at cockcrow.
What is easy to read has been difficult to write. The labour of writing and rewriting, correcting and recorrecting, is the due exacted by every good book from its author, even if he knows from the beginning exactly what he wants to say. A limpid style is invariably the result of hard labour, and the easily flowing connection of sentence with sentence and paragraph with paragraph has always been won by the sweat of the brow.
