Family Inheritance Quotes

Every man is born with a double right. First, a right of freedom to his person, …. Secondly, a right before any other man, to inherit, with his brethren, his father's goods.

A common objection to inherited wealth is that it stifles the urge to work. I have not generally observed this to be true.

When his first-born was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes, as they once were - large, brilliant, and black.

I've inherited the worst of each parent. I have my father's hypochondria and lack of concentration. I have his amorality. I have everything bad that he had. Then I have my mother's surly, pill-like, complaining, whining attitude.

I have inherited pace from my dad, and in terms of the physical side with the balance, I have inherited that from my mum.

My father had a small Estate in Nottinghamshire; I was the Third of five Sons.

I was born at home in rural Kentucky, in 1942, in a house that my father Howard had built. He did most of the construction himself and built it on land that his father had given him when he married my mother Faye.

What madness it is for a man to starve himself to enrich his heir, and so turn a friend into an enemy! For his joy at your death will be proportioned to what you leave him.

When it comes to divide an estate, the politest men quarrel.

I came from a family of extremely old money, and so by the time I was born, there was really just a trickle of money left.

Misers are very kind people: they amass wealth for those who wish their death.

The claws of Truth were painful. The lies tore away like scabs, and John bled there for hours, stifling his cries of pain in the sleeve of his overcoat - the overcoat he'd received from his father.

My mum still needs all her pots and pans, so she's not giving me any of hers yet.

Hey, Mr. Cunningham. How's your entailment gettin' along?

I have transmitted genetic material, all I have to do between my daughters' birth and my death is to decorate my life.

It's just wrong to work your whole life to build up a nest egg, build your own business - you pass away, and Uncle Sam can swoop in and take away nearly half of everything you've earned. Can you imagine that? Having to sell off most of your land just to keep it from the government, just to save the house.

I hold that a strongly marked personality can influence descendants for generations.

If you look back 600 years ago, royals' sole goal was to keep their wealth within the family.

We have a shotgun we inherited from my father-in-law, a paranoid Englishman living in Texas. I have a .22 Marlin rifle, similar to the one Annie Oakley had, and my husband has a .357 Magnum pistol. All those are locked up tight, of course. We have a couple of pellet guns that get more use than the real guns.

I have no intention of selling any more of the historical Apollo 11 items in my possession for the remainder of my life. I intend to pass a portion of these items on to my children and to loan the most important items for permanent display in suitable museums around the country.

According to Celtic law, all sons equally divided the inheritance and principalities of their father.

There was no name for the disease; his body had gone insane, forgotten the blueprint by which human beings were built. Even now the disease still lives on in his children. Not in our bodies, but in our souls. We exist where normal human children are expected to be; we're even shaped the same. But each of us in our own way has been replaced by an imitation child, shaped out of a twisted, fetid, lipidous goiter that grew out of Father's soul.

I was born with the genetic condition called 'achondroplasia,' which I inherited from my dad: my mam is average height, and my dad is also a little person. I am the oldest of five children, and I am the only one who is a little person.

The old shepherd had died, or got drunk, or got rats, or got the sack, or a legacy, or got sane, or chucked it, or got lost, or found, or a wife, or had cut his throat, or hanged himself, or got into Parliament or the peerage anyway, anything had happened to him that can happen to an old shepherd or any other man in the bush, and he wasn't there.

My parents don't have a lot of money, and it was only when my mum's mum died that we could buy Fernandez, my first grand prix horse.