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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.
When promise and patience are wearing thin,
When endurance is almost driven in,
When our angels stand read more
When promise and patience are wearing thin,
When endurance is almost driven in,
When our angels stand in a waiting hush,
Remember the Marne and Ferdinand Foch.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
What we learn with pleasure we never forget.
What we learn with pleasure we never forget.
Memories are all we really own.
Memories are all we really own.
But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.
But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.
The heart that truly loves never forgets.
The heart that truly loves never forgets.
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.
A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.
A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.
