“Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.”

I would rather be wrong, by God, with Plato than be correct with those men.

The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.

We are all servants of the laws in order to be free.

The function of wisdom is to discriminate between good and evil.

Law applied to its extreme is the greatest injustice.

To be ignorant of what occurred before you were born is to remain always a child. For what is the worth of human life, unless it is woven into the life of our ancestors by the records of history?

Silence is one of the great arts of conversation.

While there’s life, there’s hope.

Freedom is participation in power.

It is a great thing to know your vices.

For walk where we will, we tread upon some story.

Nothing stands out so conspicuously, or remains so firmly fixed in the memory, as something which you have blundered.

Books: our unfailing companions.

To be rather than to seem.

Endless money forms the sinews of war.

Love is the attempt to form a friendship inspired by beauty.

Context and memory play powerful roles in all the truly great meals in one’s life.

The night is over me and I am breaking again into memories of us.

I understand why did you say that I’ve got you because even where you’re not here, you crawl to me like a memory. – A memory.

You can take away the pain, but the memories will forever haunt you. Don’t let it devour you, Devour them yourself and stand firm.

The velvet veins running through my deep-colored wings sing blues, remembering the non-existent maple memories, lighting up my heart’s frosty rays.

Memories frozen and denied Flowers of my heart withered and dried.

I suppose therefore that all things I see are illusions; I believe that nothing has ever existed of everything my lying memory tells me.

I feel I am stuck in memories of ours there is no past or the future but a series of moments halted without a given command. And time has stopped making sense.