The past is never dead. It’s not even past.
Past, n. That part of Eternity with some small fraction of which we have a slight and regrettable acquaintance. (T)he Past is the Future of yesterday, the Future is the Past of to-morrow. They are one – the knowledge and the dream.
I conceive of my own branch of the trade as story-telling. The stories I want to tell have a direct inter-relation – in that they all deal with the struggles of men for freedom. They are not historical studies and they are not political studies – they are stories about people… As to why I […]
Many are always praising the by-gone time, for it is natural that the old should extol the days of their youth; the weak, the time of their strength; the sick, the season of their vigor; and the disappointed, the spring-tide of their hopes.
Living in the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles and causes you to bump into people not going your way.
Strangely enough, this is the past that somebody in the future is longing to go back to.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
We seem to be going through a period of nostalgia, and everyone seems to think yesterday was better than today. I don’t think it was, and I would advise you not to wait ten years before admitting today was great. If you’re hung up on nostalgia, pretend today is yesterday and just go out and […]
He who believes that the past cannot be changed has not yet written his memoirs.
The age of chivalry is gone. – That of sophisters, economists and calculators has succeeded.