Since history has no properly scientific value, its only purpose is educative. And if historians neglect to educate the public, if they fail to… — G. M. Trevelyan Copy Share Image
“The dead were and are not. Their place knows them no more and is ours today... 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… — G. M. Trevelyan Copy Share
The best historian is he who combines knowledge of the evidence with the largest intellect, the warmest human sympathy and the highest imaginative powers. — G. M. Trevelyan Copy Share Image
Social history might be defined negatively as the history of a people with the politics left out — G. M. Trevelyan Copy Share Image
Village cricket spread fast through the land. In those days before it became scientific, cricket was the best game in the world to watch, with its rapid sequence of amusing incidents, each ball a potential crisis! Squire, farmer, blacksmith and labourer with their women and children came to see the fun, were at ease together and happy all the summer… — G. M. Trevelyan Copy Share
Many who burnt heretics in the ordinary way of their business were otherwise excellent people. — G. M. Trevelyan Copy Share Image
Disinterested intellectual curiosity is the life blood of real civilization. — G. M. Trevelyan Copy Share Image
What is easy to read has been difficult to write. The labour of writing and rewriting, correcting and recorrecting, is the due exacted by every good book from its author, even if he knows from the beginning exactly what he wants to say. A limpid style is invariably the result of hard labour, and the easily flowing connection of sentence… — G. M. Trevelyan Copy Share
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… — G. M. Trevelyan Copy Share Image
There is no orthodoxy in walking. It is a land of many paths and no-paths, where every one goes his own and is right. — G. M. Trevelyan Copy Share Image
