Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. – Pierce Harris, Atlanta Journal

You can be sad recalling sad times, but if you really want to be sad, recall happy times. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

And even if you were in some prison, the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses — would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories? – Rainer Maria Rilke

Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us. – Oscar Wilde, “The Importance of Being Earnest”