What his imagination is to the poet, facts are to the historian. His exercise of judgment comes in their selection, his art in their arrangement.
BARBARA TUCHMANWhat his imagination is to the poet, facts are to the historian. His exercise of judgment comes in their selection, his art in their arrangement.
BARBARA TUCHMANI ask myself, have nations ever declined from a loss of moral sense rather than from physical reasons or the pressure of barbarians? I think that they have.
BARBARA TUCHMANLearning from experience is a faculty almost never practiced
BARBARA TUCHMANWhen truth and reason cannot be heard, then must presumption rule.
BARBARA TUCHMANHuman beings, like plans, prove fallible in the presence of those ingredients that are missing in maneuvers – danger, death, and live ammunition.
BARBARA TUCHMANThat the Jews were unholy was a belief so ingrained by the Church [by the 14th century] that the most devout persons were the harshest in their antipathy, none more so than St. Louis.
BARBARA TUCHMANTo put away one’s own original thoughts in order to take up a book is a sin against the Holy Ghost.
BARBARA TUCHMANFriendship of a kind that cannot easily be reversed tomorrow must have its roots in common interests and shared beliefs.
BARBARA TUCHMANThe fleet sailed to its war base in the North Sea, headed not so much for some rendezvous with glory as for rendezvous with discretion.
BARBARA TUCHMANNothing is more satisfying than to write a good sentence.
BARBARA TUCHMANTo a historian libraries are food, shelter, and even muse.
BARBARA TUCHMANFor me, the card catalog has been a companion all my working life. To leave it is like leaving the house one was brought up in.
BARBARA TUCHMANFor most people reform meant relief from ecclesiastical extortions.
BARBARA TUCHMANTo put on the garment of legitimacy is the first aim of every coup.
BARBARA TUCHMANThe costliest myth of our time has been the myth of the Communist monolith.
BARBARA TUCHMANThe ills and disorders of the 14th century could not be without consequence. Times were to grow worse over the next fifty-odd years until at some imperceptible moment, by the some mysterious chemistry, energies were refreshed, ideas broke out of the mold of the Middle Ages into new realms, and humanity found itself redirected.
BARBARA TUCHMAN