The magic of the street is the mingling of the errand and the epiphany.
History repeats itself but without a parity bit
The kitchen is the heart of every home, for the most part. It evokes memories of your family history.
History books that contain no lies are extremely dull.
If you read all your history books, there are no women in them.
History is a guide to navigation in perilous times. History is who we are and why we are the way we are.
In the end, human history is made up of all our decisions.
American history contains much matter for pride and congratulation, and much matter for regret and humiliation.
Human history is highly nonlinear and unpredictable.
The history of agriculture is the history of humans breeding seeds and animals to produce traits we want in our crops and livestock.
I know of no time in human history where ignorance was better than knowledge.
History repeats itself. Historians repeat each other.
An obituary should be an exercise in contemporary history, not a funeral oration.
I almost fainted. There was no family history. I had been eating a vegetarian diet and I exercised.
Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.
Making a history requires character; making an admirable history requires quality!
I love the word 'fashion.' That's why I'm using it in the title of this book. Fashion is about change and about creating clothes within a historical context. To me, dismissing fashion as silly or unimportant seems like a denial of history and frequen...
Our public schools arbitrarily define science as explaining the world by natural processes alone. In essence, a religion of naturalism is being imposed on millions of students. They need to be taught the real nature of science, including its limitati...
They believe civilization weakens natural selection. They do nature’s work so that we do not become a soft race.
Whether in the intellectual pursuits of science or in the mystical pursuits of the spirit, the light beckons ahead, and the purpose surging in our nature responds.
Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.
