Books are humanity in print.
Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent, literature dumb, science crippled, thought and speculation at a standstill.
Dead battles, like dead generals, hold the military mind in their dead grip.
Diplomacy means all the wicked devices of the Old World, spheres of influence, balances of power, secret treaties, triple alliances, and, during the interim period, appeasement of Fascism.
Every successful revolution puts on in time the robes of the tyrant it has deposed.
For me, the card catalog has been a companion all my working life. To leave it is like leaving the house one was brought up in.
Honor wears different coats to different eyes.
Nothing sickens me more than the closed door of a library.
Reasonable orders are easy enough to obey; it is capricious, bureaucratic or plain idiotic demands that form the habit of discipline.
The fleet sailed to its war base in the North Sea, headed not so much for some rendezvous with glory as for rendezvous with discretion.
The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard.
To a historian libraries are food, shelter, and even muse.
To put away one's own original thoughts in order to take up a book is a sin against the Holy Ghost.
War is the unfolding of miscalculations.