24 Quotes About Monument

I want to make of your life a monumentFor the days you lingered in sadnessWith high towers and wide gardensWith stones engraved and carved marbleFor our names illustrated as immortal soulsFor your joy constantly reflected in my joy.

His true monument lies not on the shelves of libraries, but in the thoughts of men, and in the history of more than one science.{Gibbs's obituary for scientist Rudolf Clausius}

The father who has selflessly poured himself into the life of his children may leave no other monument than that of his children. But as for a life well lived, no other monument is necessary.

In all ages the people have honored those who dishonored them. They have worshiped their destroyers; they have canonized the most gigantic liars, and buried the great thieves in marble and gold. Under the loftiest monuments sleeps the dust of murder.

I understood monuments now. Some were built of stone and sweat, and others were built of dreams, but they were all made of the things we didn't want to forget.

What are the hopes of man? Old Egypt's KingCheops erected the first pyramidAnd largest, thinking it was just the thingTo keep his memory whole, and mummy hid;But somebody or other rummaging,Burglariously broke his coffin's lid:Let not a monument give you or me hopes,Since not a pinch of dust remains of Cheops.

The Great Stone at the center of the Somme memorial has this inscription: “Their name liveth for evermore.” The memorial contains 73,077 names, the names of young men who were robbed of life. Note that we often say that they gave their lives, but of course, this is not true; their lives were taken from them. It is not outrageous to consider the carving of their names and the false promise of “evermore” another act of violence.

Moreover, the sciences are monuments devoted to the public good; each citizen owes to them a tribute proportional to his talents. While the great men, carried to the summit of the edifice, draw and put up the higher floors, the ordinary artists scattered in the lower floors, or hidden in the obscurity of the foundations, must only seek to improve what cleverer hands have created.

What is the end of Fame? 't is but to fillA certain portion of uncertain paper:Some liken it to climbing up a hill,Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour;For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill,And bards burn what they call their 'midnight taper,'To have, when the original is dust,A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.