History is the recital of facts represented as true. Fable, on the other hand, is the recital of facts represented as fiction.
History consists of a series of accumulated imaginative inventions.
History is filled with the sound of silken slippers going downstairs and wooden shoes coming up.
History is only the pattern of silken slippers descending the stairs to the thunder of hobnailed boots climbing upward from below.
He was not the greatest of men but he was the greatest of kings.
A torch lighted in the forests of America set all Europe in conflagration.
Indeed, history is nothing more than a tableau of crimes and misfortunes.
History should be written as philosophy.
This agglomeration which was called and which still calls itself the Holy Roman Empire was neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire.
History is nothing but a pack of tricks that we play upon the dead.
The ancient Romans built their greatest masterpieces of architecture, their amphitheaters, for wild beasts to fight in.
History is no more than the portrayal of crimes and misfortunes
History never repeats itself. Man always does.
History is only the register of crimes and misfortunes.
What would constitute useful history? That which should teach us our duties and our rights, without appearing to teach them.
History in general is a collection of crimes, follies, and misfortunes among which we have now and then met with a few virtues, and some happy times.
History contains little beyond a list of people who have accommodate themselves with other people's property.