History is like Santa Claus: a language construction. We have some registers about the existence of Santa and history - the presents under the tree, the archives - but none have really seen them.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
History is, of course, a made thing. It does not exist by itself in anything like a recognizable form.
History is one of those marvelous and necessary illusions we have to deal with. It's one of the ways of dealing with our world with impossible generalities which we couldn't live without.
From the very beginning, history wasn't content simply to be nostalgic fairytales; it wanted to make you think.
History is formed by the people, those who have power and those without power. Each one of us makes history.
History is the interpretation of the significance that the past has for us.
History is an account, mostly false, of events, mostly unimportant, which are brought about by rulers, mostly knaves, and soldiers, mostly fools.
Man, it seems to me, is not in history: he is history.
History is like a constantly changing tree.
History is a pack of lies about events that never happened told by people who weren't there.
History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.