#memoria

Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#new-years #new-years-eve #snow

Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade. ↗

— Philip James Bailey

#animal #glories #gunpowder #loves #man

I love America more than any other country in this world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually. ↗

— James A. Baldwin

#america #any #country #criticize #exactly

After the Great Depression and after public urging, a nationwide public competition was held to determine a design for a memorial that would honor President Thomas Jefferson's bold vision for westward expansion for America. ↗

— Russ Carnahan

#america #bold #competition #depression #design

The average American is nothing if not patriotic. ↗

— Herbert Croly

#american #average #average american #nothing #patriotic

Memorial Day this year is especially important as we are reminded almost daily of the great sacrifices that the men and women of the Armed Services make to defend our way of life. ↗

— Robin Hayes

#almost #armed #armed services #daily #day

For The Fallen" With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,  England mourns for her dead across the sea.  Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,  Fallen in the cause of the free.  Solemn the drums thrill;  Death august and royal  Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,  There is music in the midst of desolation  And a glory that shines upon our tears.  They went with songs to the battle, they were young,  Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.  They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;  They fell with their faces to the foe.  They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:  Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.  At the going down of the sun and in the morning  We will remember them.  They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;  They sit no more at familiar tables of home;  They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam.  But where our desires are and our hopes profound,  Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,  To the innermost heart of their own land they are known  As the stars are known to the Night;  As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,  Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;  As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,  To the end, to the end, they remain. 

— Lawrence Binyon

#age

It's about how to bring together the seemingly contradictory aspects of the memorial, which is about a tragedy and how it changed the world, but also about creating a vital and beautiful city of the 21st century. ↗

— Daniel Libeskind

#about #also #aspects #beautiful #beautiful city

From time immemorial artistic insights have been revealed to artists in their sleep and in dreams, so that at all times they ardently desired them. ↗

— Paracelsus

#artistic #artists #been #desired #dreams

From time immemorial, man has desired to comprehend the complexity of nature in terms of as few elementary concepts as possible. ↗

— Abdus Salam

#comprehend #concepts #desired #elementary #few