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French-Swiss film director, screenwriter and film critic 1930Related quotes
“Immortality alone could teach this mortal how to die.”
Dinah Craik (1826–1887) English novelist and poet
"Looking Death in the Face", Miss Mulock's Poems (1866)
“One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.”
Fitz-Greene Halleck (1790–1867) American writer
Marco Bozzaris.
“What is your greatest ambition in life?'
'To become immortal… and then die.”
Jean-Luc Godard (1930) French-Swiss film director, screenwriter and film critic
“Tis immortality to die aspiring,
As if a man were taken quick to heaven.”
George Chapman The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron
Act I, scene i; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron (1608)
“So long as you are ready to die for Humanity, the life of your country is immortal.”
Giuseppe Mazzini (1805–1872) Italian patriot, politician and philosopher
On the Duties of Man (1844-58)
“Only the good die young, so I’m destined to be immortal, I guess.”
Charles E. Gannon (1960) American novelist
Source: Fire with Fire (2013), Chapter 16 (p. 206)
“… a book need never die and should not be killed; books were the immortal part of man.”
Robert A. Heinlein book Farnham's Freehold
Source: Farnham's Freehold
“The immortal name of Jubal filled the sky,
While Jubal lonely laid him down to die.”
George Eliot (1819–1880) English novelist, journalist and translator
The Legend of Jubal (1869)
Context: But ere the laughter died from out the rear,
Anger in front saw profanation near;
Jubal was but a name in each man's faith
For glorious power untouched by that slow death
Which creeps with creeping time; this too, the spot,
And this the day, it must be crime to blot,
Even with scoffing at a madman's lie:
Jubal was not a name to wed with mockery.
Two rushed upon him: two, the most devout
In honor of great Jubal, thrust him out,
And beat him with their flutes. 'Twas little need;
He strove not, cried not, but with tottering speed,
As if the scorn and howls were driving wind
That urged his body, serving so the mind
Which could but shrink and yearn, he sought the screen
Of thorny thickets, and there fell unseen.
The immortal name of Jubal filled the sky,
While Jubal lonely laid him down to die.