Quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.


Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument

Summary

This quote highlights the impermanence of life and the inevitability of death. It suggests that despite the inevitability of our ultimate demise, we can leave a lasting legacy through our great achievements. By striving to accomplish great things, we create a metaphorical monument that will endure long after our physical existence. The quote also implies that the impact of our contributions can transcend the boundaries of time and space, continuing to inspire and influence future generations even when the world as we know it ceases to exist.

By Ralph Waldo Emerson
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