Irma S. Rombauer Quotes

To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.

Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them?

Man lives two lives, woe, were it otherwise! One is seized by death, the other one, his honor, remains.

Every man of genius is considerably helped by being dead.

I know if I were to drop dead now, people would probably write nice things in the obit.

It's funny the way most people love the dead. Once you are dead, you are made for life.

In death, you get upgraded into a saint no matter how much people hated you in life.

Lest I keep my complacent ways I must remind myself.. Someone out there died for me today As long as there is war.. I ask and I must answer.. Was I worth dying for?

I am worth now infinitely more dead than I am worth alive.

It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead, you're made for life.

Dignified and respectful quietude speaks much louder than pomp and circumstance when it comes to remembering those who died.

I am not concerned about my posthumous fame. Monuments are no good to the dead.

I do not fear death, as I cherish life too much.

He will be loved when dead, who was envied when he was living.

What's so noble about being dead?

It's only after their death that people are truly appreciated. It's because they are true to values.

Once you're dead, you're made for life.

When I'm killed, don't think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With the Intolerable Good. And there's one thing that I know well, I'm damned if I'll be damned to Hell!

I know not whether, in the eyes of the world, a brilliant death is not preferred to an obscure life of rectitude. Most men are remembered as they died, and not as they lived. We gaze with admiration upon the glories of the setting sun, yet scarcely bestow a passing glance upon its noonday splendor.

If it is necessary to die in order to live like men, what harm in dying?

You hope people are going to be listening to you after you're gone. And they like you better after you're gone.

Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.

I sometimes wonder how many of these lifetime achievement awards you can accept before you have to do the decent thing and die.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

Men, today we die a little.