It is the customary fate of new truths to begin as heresies and to end as superstitions.
I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one.
Worship of a hero is transcendent admiration of a great man.
Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happyâcommon clay, if you likeâeating, breeding, working, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the othersâthe noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes.
Bardot, Byron, Hitler, Hemingway, Monroe, Sade: we do not require our heroes to be subtle, just to be big. Then we can depend on someone to make them subtle.
The fate of a nation has often depended on the food or bad digestion of a prime minister.
History's like a story in a way: it depends on who's telling it.
I saw Chungking for the first time more than 40 years ago - a city of hills and mists, of grays and lavenders, two rivers shaping it to a point and the cliff rising above me like a challenge.
People that are really very weird can get into sensitive positions and have a tremendous impact on history.
Ireland's ruins are historic emotions surrendered to time.
The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends.
Most of us spend too much time on the last twenty-four hours and too little on the last six thousand years.
History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.
We cannot defend freedom abroad by deserting it at home.
If any foreign minister begins to defend to the death a "peace conference," you can be sure his government has already placed its orders for new battleships and airplanes.
Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.
The historian sees backward. In the end he also believes backward.
It was a Greek tragedy. Nixon was fulfilling his own nature. Once it started it could not end otherwise.
A man can be a hero if he is a scientist, or a soldier, or a drug addict, or a disc jockey, or a crummy mediocre politician. A man can be a hero because he suffers and despairs; or because he thinks logically and analytically; or because he is "sensitive;" or because he is cruel. Wealth establishes a man as a hero, and so does poverty. Virtually any circumstance in a man's life will make him a hero to some group of people and has a mythic rendering in the cultureâin literature, art, theater, or the daily newspapers.
We, therefore, here in Britain stand shoulder to shoulder with our American friends in this hour of tragedy, and we, like them, will not rest until this evil is driven from our world.
Bardot, Byron, Hitler, Hemingway, Monroe, Sade: we do not require our heroes to be subtle, just to be big. Then we can depend on someone to make them subtle.
It takes an endless amount of history to make even a little tradition.
Beware of endeavoring to become a great man in a hurry. One such attempt in ten thousand may succeed. These are fearful odds.
The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of the continent to the other, from this time forward forevermore.
And that was the way The deuce was to pay As it always is, at the close of the day That gave us-- Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! (With some restrictions, the fault-finders say) That which, please God, we will keep for aye Our National Independence!