Quotes About Legacy

Ühel õhtul, kui tõime terrassilt sisse tühjad teetassid ja torditaldrikud, ütles Marta, et inimese kõige tähtsam ülesanne on päästa seda, mis on lagunemas, aga mitte uute asjade loomine.

My life's harvest is not the building material for anything, neither in my time, now, nor in any other, never.

Fryderyk Chopin had always said he wanted to be buried in his native land,

No, I wasn't going to refer to cowardice. What I was going to say was, that a man contemplating suicide should bear in mind that his act is usually paid for by others. It is not just his personal affair. Everyone who takes his or her own life increases the fear in all his progeny of committing the same act during a period of depression. In fact, every blood relation he possesses gets a drop of the same poison. Nice parting gift.

Our fathers had their dreams we have ours the generation that follows will have its own. Without dreams and phantoms man cannot exist.

Only the young die good.

immortality is that's the telling of stories in the remember.

among a people hurried and busy and preoccupied, some in the pursuit of riches, some in the pursuit of pleasure, and some, the majority, in the struggle for existence, there arise in every generation, here and there, one or two great souls—men who

Archimedes, one of the greatest men of science there has ever been, and the father of physics.

we must wait two hundred years for the next name of great magnitude; moreover

The man I spoke of as coming two hundred years later is Leonardo da Vinci. True

Copernicus lived from 1473 to 1543, and

Tycho Brahé from 1546 to 1601. Kepler from 1571 to 1630. Galileo from 1564 to 1642. Gilbert from 1540 to 1603. Francis Bacon from 1561 to 1626. Descartes from 1596 to 1650.

There was never a great man who had not a great mother.

Such power, so much death in one place at one time. Never to be forgotten.

But always there was that dark thought -- Vietnam

The real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men - from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms.

Every man is an omnibus in which his ancestors ride.

A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!

Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.

A great man represents a great ganglion in the nerves of society, or, to vary the figure, a strategic point in the campaign of history, and part of his greatness consists in his being there.

Three generations of imbeciles are enough.

Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them!

Could such a many-chambered edifice have stood a century and a half and not have had its passages of romance to bequeath their lingering legends to the after-time?... It was a great happiness to have been born in an old house haunted by such recollections, with harmless ghosts walking its corridors, with fields of waving grass and trees and singing birds...