Don't you remember, sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;
Who wept with read more

Don't you remember, sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;
Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile,
And trembl'd with fear at your frown!

Memory is like an orgasm. It's a lot better if you don't have to fake it.

Memory is like an orgasm. It's a lot better if you don't have to fake it.

Many a man fails as an original thinker simply because his memory it too good.

Many a man fails as an original thinker simply because his memory it too good.

To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.

To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.

Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or read more

Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never read more

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.

A great many complimentary things have been said about the
faculty of memory, and if you look in a read more

A great many complimentary things have been said about the
faculty of memory, and if you look in a good quotation book you
will find them neatly arranged.

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.