Quotes About Legacy

What is the course of the life Of mortal men on the earth?-- Most men eddy about Here and there--eat and drink, Chatter and love and hate, Gather and squander, are raised Aloft, are hurl'd in the dust, Striving blindly, achieving Nothing; and, then they die-- Perish; and no one asks Who or what they have been, More than he asks what waves In the moonlit solitudes mild Of the midmost Ocean, have swell'd, Foam'd for a moment, and gone.

Her cabined, ample spiritIt fluttered and failed for breath.Tonight it doth inheritThe vasty hall of death.

Socrates has drunk his hemlock and is dead; but in his own breast does not every man carry about with him a possible Socrates, in that power of a disinterested play of consciousness upon his stock notions and habits, of which this wise and admirable man gave all through his lifetime the great example, and which was the secret of his incomparable influence?

You know, those dead white guys, they were pretty smart, they sure had some vision. They couldn't possibly tell what was going to happen in two-hundred years, but they knew we'd need guns to deal with it, eventually.

What if nobody was still around who even faintly remembered your past life there? In that case, your entire existence upon the planet Earth held no more lasting meaning than a random pebble tossed into a pond: the few ripples were soon gone, leaving no mark. In a zero-sum world, your life might as well not have been lived.

On economics, crime, and welfare, the Clinton presidency offered plenty for conservatives to like. They never forgave him for it.

He wrote them in two tables of stone, that they might be preserved from corruption, and might be transmitted pure and entire to posterity, for whose use they were intended, as well as for the present generation. These

There are some questions that we all ask ourselves in different ways: Who am I? Who is God? What am I here for? What matters most? What matters least? What are my unique talents and abilities? What will my contribution be? What happens when we die?

We all die, and yet, so often we conduct our lives as if we were going to live forever. If you knew you were going to die one year from today, how would you change your life?

People come into our lives for a reason. Some are messengers; other are teachers. Some are healers, and others are coaches and counselors. Some people come into our lives for only a season, but their fingerprints remain all over our lives until the end.

Some people come into our lives for only a season, but their fingerprints remain all over our lives until the end

You will only ever see less than one percent of the impact you have on people's lives.

DO NOT LET YOUR LIFE BE LIKE A SHOOTING STAR, WHICH LIGHTS UP THE SKY FOR ONLY A BRIEF MOMENT. LET YOUR LIFE BE LIKE THE SUN, WHICH ALWAYS BURNS BRIGHTLY IN THE HEAVENS, BRINGING LIGHT AND WARMTH TO ALL THOSE ON EARTH. LET YOUR LIGHT SHINE!

Everytime we use an invention or read a book or study a science or listen to music, we're enjoying someone else's idea— someone who may have lived thousands of years ago, and thousands of miles away from here.

Everywhere he had traveled he found that Americans "have their sectional loves and hatreds, but before the dear name of Washington they are all absorbed and forgotten

These people build as if they were immortal and eat as if they were to die instantly.

location of the royal prison have existed for centuries:

When you start with a necessary evil, and then over time the necessity passes away, what's left?

Napoleon was probably the equal at least of Washington in intellect, his superior in education. Both of them were successful in serving the state.

If all memories decay, what of them will really ever be left? What is it that's growing from out of the rotting material of old memories? Is every moment of the past simply gone forever? Why can't they be held intact somehow?

The Virginia Statue for Religious Freedom ranked for Jefferson as one of the three achievements worthy of gracing his tombstone (the Declaration of Independence and the University of Virginia were the other two).

The point wasn't always to do what you want. The point was to do what you did and to do it well. She had worked hard for years, and if she had nothing to show for it but her house and her son's education, there was still the fact of its having happened, which no one could erase from the record of human lives, even if no one was keeping one.

Pour celui qui a su extraire la quintessence de l'existence, la mort n'est pas une déchéance ultime, mais l'achèvement serein d'une vie bien vécue : une belle mort est l'aboutissement d'une belle vie.

History is a more or less bunk, the only history that is worth a damn is what we make today.