It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment -- but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
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Every man's memory is his private literature.
Every man's memory is his private literature.
I have short-term memory loss, though I like to think of it as Presidential eligibility.
I have short-term memory loss, though I like to think of it as Presidential eligibility.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.
But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.
A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.
A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.
The best memory is that which forgets nothing, but injuries. Write kindness in marble and write injuries in the dust.
The best memory is that which forgets nothing, but injuries. Write kindness in marble and write injuries in the dust.
A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness.
A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness.
