Quotes About Legacy

whatever their ancestry – assumed all this would last forever, for the empire was eternal.

within the space of a single lifetime, it was all gone.

King Dagobert, he was a marked man.

King Sæberht of Essex was succeeded by his pagan sons,

As St Boniface, he has long been regarded as the apostle of Germany,

says the annal for 924, 'King Edward died, and his son Æthelstan succeeded to the kingdom.

they probably became worse after the death of Theodore, who died in September 690 at the advanced age of eighty-eight.

there is no denying that his reign got off to a terrible start with the murder of his brother.

the old king died not long afterwards in January 858. The elder son retained the position he had usurped,

and the younger one stepped into the position vacated by their father.

and he was now almost seventy years old.

The boy's name was Ecgfrith, and it was upon him that his father's plans for the future depended.

he had been married three times, and had fathered at least thirteen children,

Edward reigned for a quarter of a century, very little is known about him as a person.

Alchfrith was King Oswiu's eldest son, and a king in his own right

So if I design it and then go away, it's still living somewhere and it still exists by itself without me.

I find myself agreeing with Goethe, who when told he too worked excessively, replied that he had all eternity to rest. Eternity is unavoidable, but until it embraces me, I shall keep myself fully consumed with living.

OZYMANDIAS I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand

Ours was the first and will doubtless be the last party of whites to visit this profitless locale. —Lieutenant Joseph Christmas Ives, on sailing up the Colorado River to a point near the present location of Las Vegas, in 1857

To learn that a great book has gone out of print is to be reminded of our mortality, because something we have made an intimate part of our emotional selves has been declared, by the publishing world and the culture at large, to be obsolete.

Everything important that I have done can be put into a little suitcase.

What artists call posterity is the posterity of the work of art.

People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.

The being that I shall be after death has no more reason to remember the man I have been since my birth than the latter to remember what I was before it.