Quotes About Legacy

The battle of being mortal is the battle to maintain the integrity of one's life—to avoid becoming so diminished or dissipated or subjugated that who you are becomes disconnected from who you were or who you want to be.

At the end of our lives, we'll discover that the best legacy we can leave our family and friends is our passion for the Savior.

I shall not live much longer than did Keats.

I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes--everywhere. Until it's every breath I breathe. I'm going to go out like a fucking meteor!

It was probable that the widow knew more than others suspected of insanity in the Buchenau family, for there was an unsolved mystery lying half a century in the past, when Clara's uncle Hugo, a darkly moody man, had shot himself in an orchard one May morning, scattering his brains among the blossoms, and soon after, Clara's father had sunk into a deep depression and had at last to be taken to Mendota as insane, and there died.

When the sins of our fathers visit us We do not have to play host. We can banish them with forgiveness As God, in his His Largeness and Laws.

Okay, Troy...you're right. I'll take care of your baby for you...cause...like you say...she's innocent...and you can't visit the sins of the father upon the child. A motherless child has got a hard time. From right now...this child got a mother. But you a womanless man.

You can't visit the sins of the father upon the child.

The dead govern the living.

That great dust-heap called 'history'.

History is a pageant and not a philosophy.

Good as it is to inherit a library, it is better to collect one.

I found Rome a city of bricks and left it a city of marble.

Young men, hear an old man to whom old men hearkened when he was young.

Isaac Newton was born at Woolsthorpe, near Grantham, in Lincolnshire, 1642: a weakly and diminutive infant, of whom it is related that, at his birth, he might have found room in a quart mug. He died on March the 20th, 1727, after more than eighty-four years of more than average bodily health and vigour; it is a proper pendant to the story of the quart mug to state that he never lost more than one of his second teeth.

To Adam Paradise was home. To the good among his descendants home is paradise.

the day I die will never come tis' that day should be the day I die as I die I shall lie as ashes with the ones I love most

Fame is a food that dead men eat—I have no stomach for such meat.

All of it. Lincoln, Taft, what they did. The H-bomb, the RAND Corporation, the king of Persia, the whole long con of it all.

You write because everything dies, to save what dies.

Early civilizations complained about still earlier ones, much as we do about both

So live that your memories will be part of your happiness.

The horror of falling into utter oblivion is not necessarily the fear of what will happen to us after death but of what it says about our relationships now. It is the fear of not amounting to much in our present relations with others.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing.…