Anyone who in discussion quotes authority uses his memory rather than his intellect.

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

I think heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of heaven here.

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

History is a people’s memory, and without a memory man is demoted to the level of the lower animals.

Time robs us of all, even of memory.

People are trapped in history, and history is trapped in them.

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

A monument is money wasted. My memory will live on if my life has deserved it.

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chawing a hunk of melon in the dust.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

Memories are hunting horns
whose noise dies away in the wind.

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