It is not what a man knows, but what he thinks of in time.
There is no accounting for human beings.
The very ink with which history is written is merely fluid prejudice.
Whatever thing men call great, look for it in Joan of Arc, and there you will find it.
Our heroes are men who do things which we recognize, with regret, and sometimes with a secret shame, that we cannot do.
Often the surest way to convey misinformation is to tell the strict truth.