Few Men Can Afford To Be Angry.

The True Historian, Therefore, Seeking To Compose A True Picture Of The Thing Acted, Must Collect Facts And Combine Facts. Methods Will Differ, Styles Will Differ. Nobody Ever Does Anything Like Anybody Else; But The End In View Is Generally The Same, And The Historian's End Is Truthful Narration. Maxims He Will Have, If He Is Wise, Never A One; And As For A Moral, If He Tell His Story Well, It Will Need None; If He Tell It Ill, It Will Deserve None.

That Great Dust-heap Called 'history'.

A Poet's Soul Must Contain The Perfect Shape Of All Things Good, Wise And Just. His Body Must Be Spotless And Without Blemish, His Life Pure, His Thoughts High, His Studies Intense.

History Is A Pageant And Not A Philosophy.

It Is The Mass The Matters.