Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.
The faintest ink is more powerful than the strongest memory.
The present changes the past. Looking back you do not find what you left behind.
The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
The palest ink lasts longer than the sharpest memory.
It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
To recall the past is to see that we are still at home in our past.