History consists of a series of accumulated imaginative inventions.
Wherever my travels may lead, paradise is where I am.
Every beauty, when out of it's place, is a beauty no longer.
The multiplicity of facts and writings is become so great that every thing must soon be reduced to extracts and dictionaries.
History is the recital of facts represented as true. Fable, on the other hand, is the recital of facts represented as fiction.
Indolence is sweet, and its consequences bitter.