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

Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.

I have a terrible memory; I never forget a thing.

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

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

What is the worth of human life, unless it is woven into the life of our ancestors by the records of history?

Time robs us of all, even of memory.

Memory is more indelible than ink.

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

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

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

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.