The true art of memory is the art of attention.

Everyone complains about his memory, and no one complains about his judgment.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time in the midst of wretchedness.

We are so constituted that we believe the most incredible things, and once they are engraved upon the memory, woe to him who would endeavor to erase them.

Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

Some memories are like lucky charms, talismans, one shouldn’t tell about them or they’ll lose their power.

Someone will remember us
I say
even in another time.

He who is afraid of his own memories is cowardly, really cowardly.

There’s hope a great man’s memory may outlive his life half a year.

To endeavor to forget anyone is a certain way of thinking of nothing else.

One form of loneliness is to have a memory and no one to share it with.

Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth but not its twin.

Memory is like the moon, which hath its new, its full, and its wane.