Memories may escape the action of the will, may sleep a long time, but when stirred by the right influence, though that influence be light as a shadow, they flash into full stature and life with everything in place.

It is strange how a memory will grow into a wax figure, how the cherub grows suspiciously prettier as its frame darkens with age-strange, strange are the mishaps of memory.

The sweetest memory is that which involves something which one should not have done; the bitterest, that which involves something which one should not have done, and which one did not do.

A great memory does not make a philosopher, any more than a dictionary can be called a grammar.

What beastly incidents our memories insist on cherishing-the ugly and disgusting-the beautiful things we have to keep diaries to remember.

I remember that night as a magical night, and the way the city looked. I always meant to go back there, but maybe it would be better not to, for things are never the same the second time.

Memory is not so brilliant as hope, but it is more beautiful, and a thousand times as true.

Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

It is a curious fact that in bad days we can very vividly recall the good time that is now no more; but that in good days we have only a very cold and imperfect memory of the bad.

Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.