A safe but sometimes chilly way of recalling the past is to force open a crammed drawer. If you are searching for anything in particular you dont find it, but something falls out at the back that is often more interesting. – James Barrie
Tis not to see the world As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes, And heart profoundly stirred; And weep, and feel the fullness of the past, The years that are not more. – Matthew Arnold