History is an account, mostly false, of events, mostly unimportant, which are brought about by rulers, mostly knaves, and soldiers, mostly fools.
AMBROSE BIERCEDawn: When men of reason go to bed.
More Ambrose Bierce Quotes
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The covers of this book are too far apart.
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Lottery: A tax on people who are bad at math.
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There is nothing new under the sun but there are lots of old things we don’t know.
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Bore, n. A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
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Accordion, n. An instrument in harmony with the sentiments of an assassin.
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In our civilization, and under our republican form of government, intelligence is so highly honored that it is rewarded by exemption from the cares of office.
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Eloquence, n. The art of orally persuading fools that white is the color that it appears to be. It includes the gift of making any color appear white.
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Patriotism. Combustible rubbish ready to the torch of any one ambitious to illuminate his name.
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MYTHOLOGY, n. The body of a primitive people’s beliefs concerning its origin, early history, heroes, deities and so forth, as distinguished from the true accounts which it invents later.
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ARMOR, n. The kind of clothing worn by a man whose tailor is a blacksmith.
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Love: A temporary insanity curable by marriage.
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Mausoleum, n: the final and funniest folly of the rich.
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Age, with his eyes in the back of his head, thinks it wisdom to see the bogs through which he has floundered.
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Politics: A strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles. The conduct of public affairs for private advantage.
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Death is not the end. There remains the litigation over the estate.
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