You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the read more

You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

The present contains nothing more than the past, and what is
found in the effect was already in the read more

The present contains nothing more than the past, and what is
found in the effect was already in the cause.

Those who do remember it will find new ways to screw it up.

Those who do remember it will find new ways to screw it up.

John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
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John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent.

The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.

The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.

The past always looks better than it was; it's only pleasant because it isn't here.

The past always looks better than it was; it's only pleasant because it isn't here.

The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.

The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.

Oh! the good times when we were so unhappy.
[Fr., Oh le bon temps ou etions si malheureux.]

Oh! the good times when we were so unhappy.
[Fr., Oh le bon temps ou etions si malheureux.]