Quotes About Heritage

There are trees growing in Philadelphia (at Fourth and Spruce Streets) and the University of Virginia (at Morea, a guest house) today that grew from the cuttings Lewis sent.

When the evening was over Alistair Cooke shook my hand goodbye and held it firmly, saying, 'This hand you are shaking once shook the hand of Bertrand Russell.' 'Wow!' I said, duly impressed. 'No, No,' said Cooke, 'It goes further than that. Bertrand Russell knew Robert Browning. Bertrand Russell's aunt danced with Napoleon. That's how close we all are to history. Just a few handshakes away. Never forget that.

In South Carolina listening to Gullah-speakers sing spiritials] As with bluegrass in Tennessee I am reminded once more of the extraordinary power that comes from music that is played in the place where it was born.

Oh, to be in England, now that England's gone. This World Service, this little bakelite gateway into the world of Sidney Box, Charters and Caldecott, Mazawattee tea, Kennedy's Latin Primer and dark, glistening streets. An

The family was herded through Castle Garden, the first immigration station established in the United States, predating Ellis Island by four decades.8

We're from where we're from," she says back. "Scars are part of the deal, aren't they?

El pasado nos dice quién somos; sin él, perdemos nuestra identidad.

Bless all the women of this world who nurture our heritage while too many man rush off to kill for ideals that might now be deeply and personally held, but will often be viewed as repugnant by later generations.

When an old man dies, a library burns.

small towns have long memories and pass their horrors down ceremonially from generation to generation.

Culture is taking whatever background you come from and either running with it or running from it.

Culture is taking the background you come from and either running with it or running from it.

the death of a great man demands the birth of a great son

Who does not love his own tongue is far worse than a brute or stinking fish.

On the field I defend our colours, love our flag and sing our anthem. I could not be more Italian than I am now.

As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.

If baking is any labor at all, it's a labor of love. A love that gets passed from generation to generation.

To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely.

The love for our native land strengthens our individual and national character.

I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.

Southerners love a good tale. They are born reciters, great memory retainers, diary keepers, letter exchangers . . . great talkers.

Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?

One thing I can say about the French language is that no one in the world loves their language as much as they do.

It's obvious that the rest of the world loves high African culture - African culture, period.