O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!.

O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!.

Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things read more

Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee.

If I could remember your name, I'd ask you where I left my keys.

If I could remember your name, I'd ask you where I left my keys.

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching read more

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk read more

For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in the. [Ephesians 2:10].

Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet read more

Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?

We realize our dilemma goes deeper than shortage of time; it is basically a problem of priorities. We confess, "We read more

We realize our dilemma goes deeper than shortage of time; it is basically a problem of priorities. We confess, "We have left undone those things that ought to have done; and we have done those things which we ought not to have done.".

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.