No.
History is more or less bunk.
The truth is always a compound of two half- truths, and you never reach it, because there is always something more to say.
Quotation, n: The act of repeating erroneously the words of another.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.
To be able to fill leisure intelligently is the last product of civilization, and at present very few people have reached this level.