Quotes About Permanence

I am not sure what my stand on lasting really is.

It's rather nice to think that a song such as 'What Kind of Fool Am I?' is a standard that will be around for many, many years.

Palms are like cockroaches. They were here long before us, and they'll be here long after us. They're the only things standing after a hurricane.

You're constantly changing man. But the film's not changing. The film stays the same. That's the beautiful aspect of it.

The years keep coming and going, Men will arise & depart; Only one thing is immortal: The love that is in my heart.

. . . if [writing] lift you from your feet with the great voice of eloquence, then the effect is to be wide, slow, permanent, over the minds of men; . . .

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

When a man's stories are remembered, then he is immortal.

This growth in the number, speed of formation, permanence, delicacy and complexity of associations possible for an animal reaches its acme in the case of man.

For a water drop, the most beautiful house is a leaf; and for a man: The goodness! Let the goodness be your home you permanently live in!

Men are mortal, but ideas are immortal.

Man builds no structure which outlives a book.

The word of man is the most durable of all material.

A man builds a house in England with the expectation of living in it and leaving it to his children; we shed our houses in America as easily as a snail does his shell.

Books are not men and yet they stay alive.

Skin is a covering for our immortality.

Ink surrounds me all the time On my bed sheets, recorded in rhyme Quills 'ever scribbling in my head Sometimes damnit I forget what they said. Ink has settled into my fingerprints But to keep the words I fear to rinse...

Give a man a fire and he's warm for a day, but set fire to him and he's warm for the rest of his life.

Give a man a fire and he's warm for a day, but set fire to him and he's warm for the rest of his life.

And when will there be an end of marrying? I suppose, when there is an end of living!

Evil doesn't die. It never dies. It just takes on a new face, a new name. Just because we've been touched by it once, it doesn't mean we're immune to ever being hurt again. Lightning can strike twice.

Everything passes—Robust artAlone is eternal.The bustSurvives the city.

In the mighty vortex of the world's history, which inexorably crushes all peoples that are not as hard and as flexible as steel, such a nation could not permanently maintain itself.

What falls away is always. And is near.