Memory is the only
afterlife I can understand.

Memories are like corks left out of bottles. They swell. They no longer fit.

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

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

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

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

Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.

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

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

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

We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.

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

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