| Author |
Quotes |
| Aldous Huxley | Every man's memory is his private literature. |
| Alexander Pope | Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain, awake but one, and in, what myriads rise! |
| Alfred Mercier | What we learn with pleasure we never forget |
| Basile | Memory is the cabinet of the imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience, and, the council chamber of thought. |
| Alexander Pope | Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise! |
| Bible | 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. |
| Blake Morrison | The selective memory isn't selective enough. |
| Chief Seattle | Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints. |
| Chinese Proverb | The palest ink is better than the best memory. |
| Christopher Morley | If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn't so. |
| Cray Seymore | Memory is like an orgasm. It's a lot better if you don't have to fake it. |
| Don Campbell | The more connections that can be made in the brain, the more integrated the experience is within memory. |
| Doug Larson | A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience. |
| Edward de Bono | A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen. |
| Edward M Forster | Unless we remember we cannot understand. |
| Elbert Hubbard | A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness. |
| Elbert Hubbard | A retentive memory is a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness. |
| Elias Lieberman | Memories are all we really own. |
| Eliza Cook | Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start When Memory plays an old tune on the heart! |
| Elizabeth Bowen | The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust. |
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