Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most
beautiful prizes slip through it.

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most
beautiful prizes slip through it.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

Don't remember what you can infer.

Don't remember what you can infer.

Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot read more

Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.

A book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread, and Thou
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A book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread, and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
On, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

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 secret of a good memory is attention, and attention to a subject depends upon our interest in it. We read more

The secret of a good memory is attention, and attention to a subject depends upon our interest in it. We rarely forget that which has made a deep impression on our minds.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
[Lat., Vita enim mortuorum in memoria read more

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
[Lat., Vita enim mortuorum in memoria vivorum est posita.]

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my read more

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.