The past beats inside me like a second heart.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.
Every man's memory is his private literature.
The only paradise is paradise lost.
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.
Every man's memory is his private literature.
The only paradise is paradise lost.