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

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.

Pictures made in childhood are painted in bright hues.

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

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

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.

Someone will remember us
I say
even in another time.

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

Anything one is remembering is a repetition, but existing as a human being that is being, listening, and hearing is never repetition.

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

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

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