Quotes About Legacy

Grandmas are moms with lots of frosting.

Grandmothers are just antique little girls. Grandfathers are just antique little boys.

It's such a grand thing to be a mother of a mother — that's why the world calls her grandmother.

Elephants and grandchildren never forget.

Grandmother — a wonderful mother with lots of practice.

A grandparent is old on the outside but young on the inside.

When eating bamboo sprouts, remember the man who planted them.

What we have done for ourselves alone, dies with us; what we have done for others and the world, remains and is immortal. No man, however lofty and however humble, can isolate himself from his kind, and, shutting himself up in the dark cell of his exclusiveness, determine to live for himself alone. No man, however obscure, can truly say that he is so unknown, and so unimportant, that he can contribute nothing to enlighten and benefit Humanity... Let us grow in Love as well as in Knowledge...

Until lions have their historians, tales of the hunt shall always glorify the hunters.

History is but a collection of epitaphs.

The real history does not get written, because it is not in people's brains but in their nerves and vitals.

People are trapped in history and history is trapped in them.

...the snail trail of history...

History is a tattoo of a moment in time.

Whether the succeeding generation is to be more virtuous than their predecessors I cannot say; but I am sure they will have more worldly wisdom, and enough, I hope, to know that honesty is the 1st chapter in the book of wisdom.

And when, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolf-like, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him.

I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather be a streaming meteor than a sleepy and permanent planet. I would rather burn out in a blaze of streaming glory than be stifled like dry rot. I shall use my time.

The master rode alone that day; and in the woods, side by side, White Fang ran with Collie, as his mother, Kiche, and old One Eye had run long years before in the silent Northland forest.

An' when you're dead, you'll rot the same as me, an' what's it matter how you live? - eh? Tell me that what's it matter in the long run?

Superman and Batman got their start, we think, during the twenty-fourth century. Except for a brief period during the Dark Age, they've never gone away.

And never forget, Michael said, time travelers never die. No matter what you saw up ahead, about me, I'll always be here.

What great minds lie in the dust," said Guyal in a low voice. "What gorgeous souls have vanished into the buried ages; what marvellous creatures are lost past the remotest memory … Nevermore will there be the like; now in the last fleeting moments, humanity festers rich as rotten fruit. Rather than master and overpower our world, our highest aim is to cheat it through sorcery.

The old Galactic Prime sat silent, mouth compressed, eyes burning like far volcanoes. At his feet the new Prime, Lord of Two Billion Suns, found a dead leaf, put it into his mouth, and began to chew.   Afterword

Suldrun's son shall undertake Before his life is gone To sit his right and proper place at Cairbra an Meadhan. If so he sits and so he thrives Then he shall make his own The Table Round, to Casmir's woe, And Evandig the Throne.