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Quotes from George Macaulay Trevelyan

History is the open Bible: we historians are not priests to expound it infallibly: our function is to teach people to read it and to reflect upon it for themselves.
~ George Macaulay Trevelyan
If one could make alive again for other people some cobwebbed skein of old dead intrigues and breathe breath and character into dead names and stiff portraits. That is history to me!
~ George Macaulay Trevelyan
Every true history must force us to remember that the past was once as real as the present and as uncertain as the future.
~ George Macaulay Trevelyan
And how fascinating history is - the long, variegated pageant of man's still continuing evolution of this strange planet, so much the most interesting of all the myriads of spinners through space.
~ George Macaulay Trevelyan
History repeats itself and history never repeats itself are about equally trueWe never know enough about the infinitely complex circumstances of any past event to prophesy the future by analogy.
~ George Macaulay Trevelyan
We are the children of the earth and removed from her our spirit withers.
~ George Macaulay Trevelyan
Education has produced a vast population able to read but unable to distinguish what is worth reading
~ George Macaulay Trevelyan
The poetry of history lies in the quasi-miraculous fact that once, on this familiar spot of ground, walked other men and women, as actual as we are today, thinking their own thoughts, swayed by their own passion, but now all gone, one generation vanishing after another, gone as utterly as we ourselves shall shortly be gone like ghosts at cock-crow.
~ George Macaulay Trevelyan
Without social history, economic history is barren and political history is unintelligible.
~ George Macaulay Trevelyan
The poetry of history lies in the quasi-miraculous fact that once, on this earth, once, on this familiar spot of ground, walked other men and women, as actual as we are today, thinking their own thoughts, swayed by their own passions, but now all gone, one generation vanishing into another, gone as utterly as we ourselves shall shortly be gone, like ghosts at cockrow.
~ George Macaulay Trevelyan