Quotes About Legacy

Whoever marries the spirit of this age will find himself a widower in the next.

The proper time to influence the character of a child is about a hundred years before he is born.

Death brings the anonymity of a post office box, allowing me to slip through the coming centuries silent and unobserved.

The stories of young men searching for their fathers are the stories of young men who through their adventures father themselves by doing for themselves what they hoped a father would do for them. ("Anthropology: What Is Lost In Rotation")

In the time of your life, live—so that in that good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself or for any life your life touches.

No legacy is so rich as honestly.

Service is no heritage.

The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.

Perseverance... keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, like a rusty nail in monumental mockery.

Perseverance, dear my lord,Keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hangQuite out of fashion, like a rusty mailIn monumental mockery.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.

Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

O Julius Caesar! thou art mighty yet!Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swordsIn our own proper entrails.

O God! Horatio, what a wounded name,Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me.If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,Absent thee from felicity awhile,And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,To tell my story.

A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of timeAnd razure of oblivion.

The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom.

What's past is prologue.

Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbearTo dig the dust enclosed here;Blest be the man that spares these stones,And curst be he that moves my bones.

If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;I had it from my father.

There is no sure foundation set on blood,No certain life achiev'd by others' death.

The son and heir of a mongrel bitch.

Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,And make death proud to take us.

For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase.

O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,Shrunk to this little measure?