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There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.
There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, read more
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment -- but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, read more
The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, Glencairn,
And all that thou hast done for me!
To choose time is to save time.
To choose time is to save time.
The best way to fill time is to waste it.
The best way to fill time is to waste it.
A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.
A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.
Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.
