Quotes About Legacy

I united myself with my forefathers: the father, mother, and grandparents I loved. They and all my predecessors believed and lived, and they produced me.

I wrote: teaching what was for me the only truth, namely, that one should live so as to have the best for oneself and one's family.

When you've grasped the fact that today or tomorrow you will die and nothing will be left of you, everything becomes so insignificant.

Kings are the slaves of history. History, that is, the unconscious, swarmlike life of mankind, uses every moment of a king's life as an instrument for its purposes.

Yes, what would Russia be without me?" he [Tsar Nicholas I] said to himself, again sensing the approach of the unpleasant feeling. "Yes, what would, not just Russia, but Europe be without me?" And he remembered his brother-in-law, the king of Prussia, and his weakness and stupidity and shook his head.

for them when I die." He wished to say this but had not the strength to utter it. "Besides, why speak? I must act," he thought. with a look at his wife he indicated his son and said: "Take him away … sorry for him … sorry for you too … " He tried to add, "Forgive me,

I work, I want to do something, but I had forgotten it must all end; I had forgotten-death.

and new conditions of existence will spring up, to which other men will grow just as accustomed, and I shall not know about them, for I shall be no more!

I work, I want to do something, but I had forgotten it must all end; I had forgotten—death." He

But in the course of the war they waged against the taiga, scorching it with fire, and attacking it with iron, Makar's fathers and grandfathers, almost without knowing it, became themselves a rude part of it. They married Yakut women, and adopted the language and customs of their wives, their own features of the Russian race to which they belonged becoming obliterated and fading altogether with time.

But, as always happens after death, his face had grown handsomer, more dignified—more distinguished, in short, than it had ever been in life.

A king is history's slave.

What will come from what I do and from what I will do tomorrow—what will come from my whole life? Expressed differently, the question would be this: Why should I live, why should I wish for anything, why should I do anything? One can put the question differently again: Is there any meaning in my life that wouldn't be destroyed by the death that inevitably awaits me?

Influence in society, however, is a capital which has to be economized if it is to last. Prince

maggot gnaws the cabbage, but it dies before it's done; so the old folks used to say," he added

Death is more certain than tomorrow, night after day, winter after summer. So why do we prepare for tomorrow, night and winter, but not death?

He aqui como acabo mi vida. Nos moriremos y no quedara nada de nosotros. Por que tenemos que pecar, pues?

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No one can attain to truth by himself. Only by laying stone on stone with the cooperation of all, by the millions of generations from our forefather Adam to our own times, is that temple reared which is to be a worthy dwelling place of the Great God,

1988 I also received from the city of Vienna the cross of honour for art and science. These titles and the various honors mean a great deal to me, most of all for the reason that they would mean a great deal to my parents too.

They died out there, in countless numbers, not for government officials in Berlin, but for their old countries, gilded by the centuries, and for their common fatherland, Europe, the Europe of Virgil and Ronsard, the Europe of Erasmus and Nietzsche, of Raphael and Dürer, the Europe of St. Ignatius and St. Theresa, the Europe of Frederick the Great and Napoleon Bonaparte.

Solo el alma cuenta y debe dominar a todo lo demás. Corta o larga, la vida solo vale la pena si no tenemos que avergonzarnos de ella en el momento en que hay que devolverla

No I wont whip you. Never no more. Sit down thar all of you and listen to what I got to tell you. I hates to do it but I must. You all aint my niggers no more. You is free. Just as free as I am. Here I have raised you all to work for me, and now you are going to leave me. I am an old man, and I cant get along without you. I dont know what I am going to do.

Though murdered kings, like all dead men, lie quiet and unoffending in the ground, they rot and spread contagion in men's minds.