Art is the only thing that can go on mattering, once it has stopped hu >>
Never to lie is to have no lock to your door, you are never wholly alo >>
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat. >>
Memory depends very much on the perspicuity, regularity, and order of >>
It's a pleasure to share one's memories. Everything remembered is dear >>
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance o >>
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.