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“It is better by noble boldness to run the risk of being subject to half of the evils we anticipate than to remain in cowardly listlessness for fear of what might happen.”

Quote by Herodotus

Work

The Histories

This work is a detailed account of historical events, focusing on the political and military developments of ancient civilizations. more

Author

Herodotus
Herodotus

Herodotus, known as the 'Father of History', was a renowned Greek historian. Born in 484 BC and died in 425 BC, he is celebrated for his meticulous research and unique narrative style. His masterpiece, 'The Histories', documents the Greco-Persian Wars and the customs of the regions around them. more

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