Quotes About Legacy

what bargains we have made we have kept and as the dogs of the hours close in nothing can be taken from us but our lives.

I have consumed more drink than the first one hundred men you will pass on the street or meet in the madhouse. I scratch my belly and dream of the albatross. I have joined the great drunks of the centuries: Li Po, Toulouse-Lautrec, Crane, Faulkner. I have been selected but by whom?

Listen, is it true that Celine and Hemingway died on the same day?

having been born into this strange life we must accept the wasted gamble of our days and take some satisfaction in the plea sure of leaving it all behind. cry

now they are celebrating my demise in taverns I no longer frequent.

some men never die and some men never live

the trouble with the famous is that they must be replaced and they can never quite be replaced, and that gives us this unique sadness.

Your best men die in alleys under a sheet of paper while your worst men get statues in parks for pigeons to shit upon for centuries.

Sutradan sam otišao do mrtva?nice Srebrna mirna luka da i tamo provjerim stvari. Vraški dobar posao - nikad mort sezone.

Lo terrible no es la muerte, sino las vidas que la gente vive o no vive hasta su muerte.

When I die they can take my work and wipe a cat's ass with it. It will be of no earthly use to me.

A imortalidade é uma estúpida invenção dos vivos.

The good die old, I thought.

In the long run, Fenn says, the consequential finding of the new scholarship is not that many people died, but that many people *lived.*

From Bartolomé de Las Casas on, Europeans have known that their arrival brought about a catastrophe for Native Americans. "We, Christians, have destroyed so many kingdoms," reflected Pedro Cieza de León, the traveler in postconquest Peru. "For wherever the Spaniards have passed, conquering and discovering, it is as though a fire had gone, destroying everything in its path.

Cultures are like books, the anthropologist Claude Lévi-Strauss once remarked, each a volume in the great library of humankind. In the sixteenth century, more books were burned than ever before or since. How many Homers vanished? How many Hesiods? What great works of painting, sculpture, architecture, and music vanished or never were created? Languages, prayers, dreams, habits, and hopes—all gone. And not just once, but over and over again.

De Soto died of fever with his expedition in ruins. Along the way, though, he managed to rape, torture, enslave, and kill countless Indians. But the worst thing he did, some researchers say, was entirely without malice—he brought pigs.

Four decades later, Samuel Eliot Morison, twice a Pulitzer Prize winner, closed his two-volume European Discovery of America with the succinct claim that Indians had created no lasting monuments or institutions.

Most geoglyphs seem to be late, dating to only a few hundred years before Columbus. The ubiquity of the geoglyphs may indicate that some type of cultural movement swept over earlier social arrangements. "But whatever was there, these societies have been completely forgotten

The belief that human life will continue, even if we ourselves die, is one of the underpinnings of society.

What this suggests is that, contrary to economists, the discount rate accounts for only part of our relationship to the future. People are concerned about future generations. Even if the logic is hard to parse, they think that humanity's fate is worth more than an apartment.

Antoine-Augustin Parmentier, the Johnny Appleseed of S. tuberosum.

Like all too many dictators, Cahokia's rulers focused on maintaining their hold over the people, paying little attention to external reality. By 1350 A.D. the city was almost empty. Never again would such a large Indian community exist north of Mexico.

Here lies she who never lied; Whose skill often has been tried: Her prophecies shall still survive, And ever keep her name alive.