Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.

Memory [is] like a purse,--if it be over-full that it cannot shut, all will drop out of it. Take heed of a gluttonous curiosity to feed on many things, lest the greediness of the appetite of thy memory spoil the digestion thereof.

While memory watches o'er the sad reviewOf joys that faded like the morning dew.

To live in hearts we leave behind, Is not to die.

Memory depends very much on the perspicuity, regularity, and order of our thoughts. Many complain of the want of memory, when the defect is in the judgment; and others, by grasping at all, retain nothing.

We have all forgot more than we remember