In individuals as in nations, contentment is silent, which tends to unbalance the historical record.
BARBARA TUCHMANHonor wears different coats to different eyes.
More Barbara Tuchman Quotes
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The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard
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The fact of being reported increases the apparent extent of a deplorable development by a factor of ten.
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When the gap between ideal and real becomes too wide, the system breaks down.
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Learning from experience is a faculty almost never practiced
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Theology being the work of males, original sin was traced to the female.
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I have always felt like an artist when I work on a book. I see no reason why the word should always be confined to writers of fiction and poetry.
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The better part of valor is to spend it learning to live with differences, however hostile, unless and until we can find another planet.
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The story and study of the past, both recent and distant, will not reveal the future, but it flashes beacon lights along the way and it is a useful nostrum against despair.
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The muffled tongue of Big Ben tolled nine by the clock as the cortege left the palace, but on history’s clock it was sunset, and the sun of the old world was setting in a dying blaze of splendor never to be seen again.
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When people don’t have an objective, there’s much less dynamic effort, and that makes life a lot less interesting.
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The writer’s object is – or should be – to hold the reader’s attention.
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Nothing is more satisfying than to write a good sentence.
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Business, like a jackal, trotted on the heels of war.
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In the United States we have a society pervaded from top to bottom by contempt for the law.
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Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent, literature dumb, science crippled, thought and speculation at a standstill.
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