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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The selective memory isn't selective enough.
The selective memory isn't selective enough.
Don't remember what you can infer.
Don't remember what you can infer.
A great many complimentary things have been said about the
faculty of memory, and if you look in a read more
A great many complimentary things have been said about the
faculty of memory, and if you look in a good quotation book you
will find them neatly arranged.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
I do perceive that the old proverb be not alwaies trew, for I do
finde that the absence of read more
I do perceive that the old proverb be not alwaies trew, for I do
finde that the absence of my Nath, doth breeds in me the more
continuall remembrance of him.
The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, read more
The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, Glencairn,
And all that thou hast done for me!
What we learn with pleasure we never forget.
What we learn with pleasure we never forget.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
Every man's memory is his private literature.
Every man's memory is his private literature.
