I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

All the past is here, present to be tried; let it approve itself if it can.

We live in reference to past experience and not to future events, however inevitable.

Doesn't one always think of the past, in a garden with men and women lying under the trees? Aren't they one's past, all that remains of it, those men and women, those ghosts lying under the trees ... one's happiness, one's reality?

The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

The past is almost as much a work of the imagination as the future.

He who believes the past cannot be changed has not yet written his memoirs.

The past must be a springboard, not a sofa.

Even God cannot change the past.

Study the past, if you would divine the future.