Forgetfulness transforms every occurrence into a non-occurrence.

We may with advantage at times forget what we know.

Human memory works its own wheel, and stops where it will, entirely without reference to the last stop, and with no connection with the next.

I forget more and more, and even when it comes to what I used to be able to do - change a fuse or send a fax - something goes wrong. But these are just the inevitable punishments for having lived a long time and also a hedonistic life. I don't regret that at all. I feel pretty good. I've a rich memory bank to draw on and I don't care too much what happened yesterday afternoon.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.

How is it that we remember the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not remember how often we have recounted it to the same person?

God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.

Memory believes before knowing remembers.