The finger that turns the dial rules the air.

Civilization is a stream with banks. The stream is sometimes filled with blood from people killing, stealing, shouting and doing the things historians usually record, while on the banks, unnoticed, people build homes, make love, raise children, sing songs, write poetry and even whittle statues. The story of civilization is what happened on the banks.

Freedom and equality are naturan born enemies.

If we have never been amazed by the very fact that we exist, we are squandering the greatest fact of all.

Civilizations come and go; they conquer the earth and crumble into dust; but faith survives every desolation.

History is mostly guessing; the rest is prejudice.

Rome remained great as long as she had enemies who forced her to unity, vision, and heroism. When she had overcome them all she flourished for a moment and then began to die.