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When to the
sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of
things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought And
with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. Then can I
drown an eye (unused to flow) For precious friends hid in
death's dateless night, and weep afresh love's long since
cancelled woe, and moan the expense of many a vanished
sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, and heavily
from woe to woe tell over the sad account of fore-bemoaned
moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the
while I think on thee, dear friend, all losses are restored
and sorrows end.
-- William Shakespeare
1564-1616, British Poet,
Playwright, Actor
Reminiscences
make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.
-- George Bernard Shaw
1856-1950, Irish-born British
Dramatist
He is indebted
to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his
facts.
-- Richard Brinsley Sheridan
1751-1816, Anglo-Irish
Dramatist
A man's real
possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in
nothing else is he poor.
-- Alexander Smith
1830-1867, Scottish Poet,
Author
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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.
-- Susan Sontag
1933-, American Essayist
God gave us
memory so that we might have roses in December.
-- Italo Svevo
1861-1928, Italian Novelist
Observation is
an old man's memory.
-- Jonathan Swift
1667-1745, Anglo-Irish
Satirist
Cherish all
your happy moments; they make a fine cushion for old age.
-- Booth Tarkington
1869-1946, American Writer
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