Quotes About Legacy

Your parents are never gone from you. You'll see that someday, hopefully a very long time from now.

A Curse Against Elegies": I refuse to remember the dead. And the dead are bored with the whole thing. But you—you go ahead, go on, go on back down into the graveyard, lie down where you think their faces are; talk back to your old bad dreams.

And let me tell you, you boys of America, that there is no higher inspiration to any man to be a good man, a good citizen, and a good son, brother, or father, than the knowledge that you come from honest blood.

I identify myself quite self-consciously with a man named Melchizedek, who was described in the book of Psalms as "a priest forever" (Ps. 110:4).

I prepare for death by living.

It was a bitter thing. You might give up lawing, but some no-account would pop up from the underbrush of the past and shoot you in the back.

What difference does it make whether your work is appreciated or not? The work will still be yours. Anyway, most of us are only appreciated after we are dead.

Your legacy as an educator is always determined by what your students do. You change the world by empowering your students to do the same.

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.

When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence, and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.

He stands in history as the completer of the globe.

Men make their own history, but they do not make it just as they please; they do not make it under circumstances chosen by themselves, but under circumstances directly encountered, given and transmitted from the past.

When the "sacredness of property" is talked of, it should always be remembered that any such sacredness does not belong in the same degree to landed property. No man made the land. It is the original inheritance of the whole species.

Unlike baked beans, loaves of breads, or Fuji apples, books, once consumed, do not disappear.

Perhaps no artist in history had ever been treated so gingerly.

A passionate desire for posthumous glory was a leading motive for men of the Renaissance, whatever their calling.

Shrewdly and deliberately, Julius orchestrated every aspect of his building campaigns, tomb project, paintings, and ceremonial pageantry to convey the message that he was born to be-and had rightly assumed his God-given role as-his Christian Caesar.

The Roman emperor, Augustus famously boasted that he had inherited a city of brick and was leaving one of marble.

The winner of the National or the All America has Champion written before his name from that day on, and never again may compete in open trials. He is a crowned king, whose sons and daughters are of the blood royal. He may not stoop to struggle with more common clay.

He did not so much follow his father's example as his father's vision.

The man primarily responsible for the Empire State Building was not trained as an architect, city planner, or engineer. He was not in the construction business, nor in the real estate business. His only direct dealings in real estate were of a personal nature—a mansion here and an apartment or summer home there—until he made the momentous decision to build the world's tallest building.

With his partner gone, Hastings lost his momentum. In 1920, he retired as an active member of the firm.1 The beneficiaries were Shreve and Lamb.

he then ran his own firm from 1913 to 1929, during which time he designed the award-winning Shelton Hotel. Often identified with the Empire State Building, Harmon was sometimes a little embarrassed by the honor. He joined Shreve and Lamb in 1929 when they were already roughing out the building's plans, and

At Rheims, the serfs and farmers and peasants filled gigantic spaces with the most incredible stained-glass windows in the world, but they never bothered to sign even one of them. No one knows who designed or made them, because our modern form of institutional boasting did not yet exist as a corruption of communitarian feeling. After all these centuries, they still announce what being human really means.