Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.

Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching read more

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
[Lat., Vita enim mortuorum in memoria read more

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
[Lat., Vita enim mortuorum in memoria vivorum est posita.]

Out of sighte, out of mynde.

Out of sighte, out of mynde.

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.

Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or read more

Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.

Every man's memory is his private literature.

Every man's memory is his private literature.

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.
[Lat., Memoria est thesaurus omnium rerum e custos.]

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.
[Lat., Memoria est thesaurus omnium rerum e custos.]

But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not read more

But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will.