#mort

Life is the childhood of our immortality. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#immortality #life #our

If your contribution has been vital there will always be somebody to pick up where you left off, and that will be your claim to immortality. ↗

— Walter Gropius

#been #claim #contribution #immortality #left

Canadians know that the promise of a recession didn't happen because of anything we did here. If you look at all the causes of the recession, problems in mortgage markets, the problems in the banking sector, the problems in government finance in countries like Greece, none of those problems were in present Canada. ↗

— Stephen Harper

#banking #because #canada #canadians #causes

There is a lust in man no charm can tame: Of loudly publishing his neighbor's shame: On eagles wings immortal scandals fly, while virtuous actions are born and die. ↗

— William Harvey

#born #charm #die #eagles #fly

Yesterday in this country we had people die of hunger and malnutrition. In some parts of this country, the infant mortality rate rivals that of sub-Saharan Africa. We have a public education system that ranks below that of almost any other Western nation. ↗

— Alcee Hastings

#almost #any #below #country #die

If it wasn't for music, I would think that love is mortal. ↗

— Mark Helprin

#love #love is #mortal #music #think

The best definition of an immortal is someone who hasn't died yet. ↗

— Tom Holt

#definition #died #hasn #immortal #someone

Well, he's not going to get any nicer. He's a genocidal racist maniac. He's one of these people who thinks the world was a great place when Voldemort ruled the world. He's particularly offended by mixed-blood Mudbloods, the product of wizards and humans. So I hope he goes into therapy. ↗

— Jason Isaacs

#genocidal #get #goes #going #great

A Cathedral Façade at Midnight Along the sculptures of the western wall I watched the moonlight creeping: It moved as if it hardly moved at all Inch by inch thinly peeping Round on the pious figures of freestone, brought And poised there when the Universe was wrought To serve its centre, Earth, in mankind’s thought. The lunar look skimmed scantly toe, breast, arm, Then edged on slowly, slightly, To shoulder, hand, face; till each austere form Was blanched its whole length brightly Of prophet, king, queen, cardinal in state, That dead men’s tools had striven to simulate; And the stiff images stood irradiate. A frail moan from the martyred saints there set Mid others of the erection Against the breeze, seemed sighings of regret At the ancient faith’s rejection Under the sure, unhasting, steady stress Of Reason’s movement, making meaningless. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#faith #futility #moonlight #mortality #night

I am mortified to be told that, in the United States of America, the sale of a book can become a subject of inquiry, and of criminal inquiry too. ↗

— Thomas Jefferson

#america #become #book #criminal #i