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Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most
beautiful prizes slip through it.
Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most
beautiful prizes slip through it.
No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have read more
No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.
Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things read more
Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
We delight in one knowable thing, which comprehends all that is knowable; in one apprehensible, which draws together all that read more
We delight in one knowable thing, which comprehends all that is knowable; in one apprehensible, which draws together all that can be apprehended; in a single being that includes all, above all in the one which is itself the all.
I feel bad that I don't feel worse.
I feel bad that I don't feel worse.
Memory depends very much on the perspicuity, regularity, and order of our thoughts. Many complain of the want of memory, read more
Memory depends very much on the perspicuity, regularity, and order of our thoughts. Many complain of the want of memory, when the defect is in the judgment; and others, by grasping at all, retain nothing.
our day will come is another way of saying you get yours.
our day will come is another way of saying you get yours.
The world is a living image of God.
The world is a living image of God.
