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The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear,
And Paradise hath room for you and me and read more
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear,
And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
The Park Avenue of poodles and polished brass; it is cab country, tip-town, glassville, a window-washer's paradise.
The Park Avenue of poodles and polished brass; it is cab country, tip-town, glassville, a window-washer's paradise.
Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the read more
Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen.
Mahomet was taking his afternoon nap in his Paradise. An houri
had rolled a cloud under his head, and read more
Mahomet was taking his afternoon nap in his Paradise. An houri
had rolled a cloud under his head, and he was snoring serenely
near the fountain of Salsabil.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, read more
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.
A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.
The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.
The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, read more
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?
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
