Recalling days of sadness, memories haunt me. Recalling days of happiness, I haunt my memories. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com Category: Memory
Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us. – Oscar Wilde, “The Importance of Being Earnest” Category: Memory
The great moments of rock n roll were never off in some corner of the music world, in a self-constructed ghetto. – Bono Category: Music
It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to, the feeling for the things themselves, for reality is more important than the feeling for pictures. – Vincent Van Gogh Category: Nature
Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return. – George Eliot Category: Vanity
God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose. Take which you please – you can never have both. – Ralph Waldo Emerson Category: Philosophy
