A lot of guys have had a lot of fun joking about Henry Ford because he admitted one time that he didn't know history. He don't know it, but history will know him. He has made more history than his critics ever read.
A mere compilation of facts presents only the skeleton of History; we do but little for her if we cannot invest her with life, clothe her in the habiliments of her day, and enable her to call forth the sympathies of succeeding generations.
__Hannah Farnham Lee, The Huguenots in France and America
A mystique of history and heritage surrounds the New York Yankees. It's like the old days revived. We're loved and hated, but always in larger doses than any other team. We're the only team in any sport whose name and uniform and insignia are synonymous with their entire sport all over the world.... the Yankees mean baseball to more people than all the other teams combined.
__Paul Blair, Washington Post, 22 June 1978
All the world's a stage; And all the men and women merely players;; They have their exits and their entrances;; And one man in his time plays many parts; His acts being seven ages. At first the infant; Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;; Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel; And shining morning face, creeping like snail; Unwillingly to school. And then the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad; Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier; Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel; Seeking the bubble reputation; Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice; In fair round belly with good capon lin'd; With eyes severe and beard of formal cut; Full of wise saws and modern instances;; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts; Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide; For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice; Turning again toward childish treble, pipes; And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all; That ends this strange eventful history; Is second childishness and mere oblivion;; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything;