It is pleasant to recall in happier days the troubles of the past.

The remembrance of past misery is sweet.

A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it.

How sweet to remember the trouble that is past.

Write injuries in dust, benefits in marble.

The number of things I do not remember or maybe never knew or am only in the foggiest haze is quite amazing.

'Tis sweet to think on what was hard t' endure.

Every man's memory is his private literature.

You think you have a memory; but it has you!

The brain heals the past like an injury ...