Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever,

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever,

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?

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.

A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.

Unless we remember we cannot understand.

Unless we remember we cannot understand.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

The selective memory isn't selective enough.

The selective memory isn't selective enough.

The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.

The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.