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Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not read more
But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will.
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.
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.
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my
mouth; if I prefer read more
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my
mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
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.
A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.
A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.
What we learn with pleasure we never forget.
What we learn with pleasure we never forget.
