History is a great dust heap.
To know the history of science is to recognize th
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To know the history of science is to recognize the mortality of any claim to universal truth.
History is a cyclic poem written by Time upon the
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History is a cyclic poem written by Time upon the memories of man.
History is filled with the sound of silken slippe
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History is filled with the sound of silken slippers going downstairs and wooden shoes coming up.
People are trapped in history, and history is tra
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People are trapped in history, and history is trapped in them.
The memories of men are too frail a thread to han
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The memories of men are too frail a thread to hang history from.
History is a vast early warning system.
Legend: A lie that has attained the dignity
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Legend: A lie that has attained the dignity of age.
History is a novel for which the people is the au
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History is a novel for which the people is the author.
The most persistent sound which reverberates thro
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The most persistent sound which reverberates through men's history is the beating of war drums.
The stench of the trail of Ego in our History.
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The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.
Historians are gossips who tease the dead.
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Historians are gossips who tease the dead.
We're the middle children of history.... no purpo
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We're the middle children of history.... no purpose or place. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives.
Nowadays the clinical history too often weighs mo
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Nowadays the clinical history too often weighs more than the man.
We all grow up with the weight of history on us.&
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We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies.