Though sands be black and bitter black the sea,
Night lie before me and behind me night,
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Though sands be black and bitter black the sea,
Night lie before me and behind me night,
And God within far Heaven refuse to light
The consolation of the dawn for me,--
Between the shadowy burns of Heaven and Hell,
It is enough love leaves my soul to dwell
With memory.

Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When Memory plays an old tune on the heart!

Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When Memory plays an old tune on the heart!

The palest ink is better than the best memory.

The palest ink is better than the best memory.

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.

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.

Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.

Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.

of thought.

of thought.

The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones read more

The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.

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.