By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain.

By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain.

It's a pleasure to share one's memories. Everything remembered is dear, endearing, touching, precious. At least the past is safe read more

It's a pleasure to share one's memories. Everything remembered is dear, endearing, touching, precious. At least the past is safe --though we didn't know it at the time. We know it now. Because it's in the past; because we have survived.

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.

If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn't so.

If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn't so.

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 true art of memory is the art of attention.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.

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?

Don't remember what you can infer.

Don't remember what you can infer.