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

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

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

Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.

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

Memory is necessary for all operations of reasoning.

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.

Someone will remember us
I say
even in another time.