Quotes About Legacy

Whoever teaches his son teaches not alone his son but also his son's son, and so on to the end of generations

What nobler employment, or more valuable to the state, than that of the man who instructs the rising generation?

We must protect the forests for our children, grandchildren and children yet to be born. We must protect the forests for those who can't speak for themselves such as the birds, animals, fish and trees.

When it comes time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.

The life history of the individual is first and foremost an accommodation to the patterns and standards traditionally handed down in his community.

If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?

We will go to the sun of freedom or to the death; if we die, our cause will continue living.

Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction

There has been only one Christmas the rest are anniversaries.

I want my children to have all the things I couldn't afford. Then I want to move in with them.

Weekend planning is a prime time to apply the Deathbed Priority Test: On your deathbed, will you wish you would spent more prime weekend hours grocery shopping or walking in the woods with your kids?

Popularity ends on yearbook day, but respect lasts forever.

I knew when my career was over. In 1965, my baseball card came out with no picture.

Humans are not proud of their ancestors, and rarely invite them round to dinner.

Another good thing about being poor is that when you are seventy your children will not have you declared legally insane in order to gain control of your estate.

Smartness runs in my family. When I went to school I was so smart my teacher was in my class for five years.

They will only care when you're gone.

I'm writing this in part to tell you that if you ever wonder what you've done in your life, and everyone does wonder sooner or later, you have been God's grace to me, a miracle, something more than a miracle. You may not remember me very well at all, and it may seem to you to be no great thing to have been the good child of an old man in a shabby little town you will no doubt leave behind. If only I had the words to tell you.

De ce oamenii î?i pierd timpul cu lucruri care nu le folosesc dup? moarte?

De ce trebuie s? se culce to?i oamenii la sfâr?itul vie?ii ?

?i-am l?sat vorb? în amintirea mea, m?car la soroace mai mari, universul întreg s? fie dat lumii de poman?.

Vorbe, chipul meu de-acum Vor r?mâne-n voi m?car Cât r?mâne apa m?rii În n?vodul de pescar Cum adun comori pira?ii În vreo pe?ter? grozav? - Am c?rat în voi întruna Saci cu timp ?i l?zi cu slav?. Iar când v-am umplut de stele – Tot mai nes?tul de buchii Mi-am vârât în voi fiin?a Îndesând-o cu genunchii.

There's nothing more tragic than artists from the 70s still doing art from the 70s.

I always sent my mother all these huge books I made. When my mother died, I was cleaning her cupboard, and these big books were only 20 pages long. She edited out, maybe burned, every single photograph where I'm naked.