In The Course Of Writing One Historical

In The Course Of Writing One Historical Book Or Another, It Has Happened That I Could Hardly Restrain Myself From Simply Copying Entire Documents. Indeed, I Sometimes Sank Down Among The Documents And Said To Myself, I Can't Improve On These.

Much Unhappiness Comes From Walking Alone. When There Are Several, It's Somewhat Different. I Must Get Into The Habit Of Listening To Others, For What The Others Say Concerns Me, Too.

I Read Like The Flame Reads The Wood.

Writing Is Not Chewing Your Nails And Picking Your Teeth, But A Matter Of Public Interest.

Revolution? Unscrew The Flag-staff, Wrap The Bunting In The Oil Covers, And Put The Thing In The Clothes-chest. Let The Old Lady Bring You Your House-slippers And Untie Your Fiery Red Necktie. You Always Make Revolutions With Your Mugs, Your Republic--nothing But An Industrial Accident.