Quotes About Legacy

Nunca renunció formalmente. Una mañana se limitó a salir tarde de su despacho y no ha vuelto. Aunque ya ha transcurrido más de un siglo, muchos miembros del personal de la Guía siguen conservando la idea romántica de que sólo ha salido a tomar un croissant de jamón, y que volverá a cumplir una tarde de trabajo continuado.

thus was the Empire forged.

The room was much as Slartibartfast had described it. In seven and a half million years it had been well looked after and cleaned regularly every century or so. The ultramahogany desk was worn at the edges, the carpet a little faded now, but the large computer terminal sat in sparkling glory on the desk's leather top, as bright as if it had been constructed yesterday.

Long after his death his poems were found and wondered over. News of them spread like morning sunlight. For centuries they illuminated and watered the lives of many people whose lives might otherwise have been darker and dryer. Then

We have taken forward steps in learning that wild beasts and birds are by right not the property merely of the people alive to-day," Roosevelt said, "but the property of the unborn generations, whose belongings we have no right to squander.

doughty scrawl of his signature, a conservationist weapon, set aside for posterity (or for "the people unborn"* as he put it) over 234 million acres, almost the size of the Atlantic coast states from Maine to Florida (or equal to one out of every ten acres in the United States, including Alaska.) 54 All told, Roosevelt's acreage

Sometimes it feels as if everything in life is just something we haul into the grave.

Death without the possibility of ever changing the world is the same as a life that never was.

The past is a finite resource.

Abe said something interesting. He said that because everyone's so poor these days, the '90s will be a decade with no architectural legacy or style- everyone's too poor to put up new buildings. He said that code is the architecture of the '90s.

Collecting and hoarding seem to be about the loss of others, while philanthropy and de-accessioning are more about the impending loss of self. (Whoever dies with the most toys actually loses.)

I once read that for every person currently alive on earth, there are nineteen dead people who have lived before us. That's not that much really. Our existence as a species on earth has been so short. We forget that.

People need history in order to know themselves

No civilization has survived forever. All move toward dissolution, one after the other, like waves of the sea falling upon the shore. None, including ours, is exempt from the universal fate.

just the two of them, him and Old Grand-Dad.

The buckskin shirt launched one of the most voracious collecting careers in American history. Heye became obsessed with all things Native American, and he would eventually amass a collection of a million pieces. In 1916, he established the Museum of the American Indian on upper Broadway in New York City to house his collection. (In 1990, the museum moved to Washington, DC, and became part of the Smithsonian.) Heye

The New World was like a vast, tinder-dry forest waiting to burn—and Columbus brought the fire.

It had been presented by his great-grandfather to his great-grandmother on their wedding day. Interesting present, he thought to himself.

Finally, a woman who has experienced her own mother as a destructive force--however justified or unjustified the charge--may dread the possibility that in becoming a mother she too will become somehow destructive. The mother of the laboring woman is, in any case, for better or worse, living or dead, a powerful ghost in the birth-chamber.

So whatever you think of me, don't pity me. I had a beautiful life. I was loved, admired, feted, copied, mocked, treasured, and feared. I am one hundred years old and I am no longer afraid of anything.

Perish the men who said our good things before us!

When a man dies, flesh is frayed and broken in the fire, but not his will.

Death hath a fairer fame than a life of toil.

In the sinews of the dead there is no blood.