I knew, as every peasant does, that land can never be truly owned. We are the keepers of the soil, the curators of trees.
A mere collector of supposed facts is as useful as a collector of matchboxes.
If History teaches any lesson at all, it is that there are no historical lessons.
What better preparation for a history which seeks to bring societies to life and to understand that life than to have really lived, commanded men, suffered with them and shared their joys.
It is never a waste of time to study the history of a word.
History is the daughter of time.
My idea of heaven is a great big baked potato and someone to share it with.
When a tongue fails to send forth appropriate shafts, there might be a word to act as healer of these.
Which was worse: a friend with brain damage, or one who despised you?
Happiness, true happiness, is an inner quality. It is a state of mind. If your mind is at peace, you are happy. If your mind is at peace, but you have nothing else, you can be happy. If you have everything the world can give - pleasure, possessions, power - but lack peace of mind, you can never be happy.