A great memory does not make a mind, any more than a dictionary is a piece of literature.

Reports in matters of this world are many, and our resources of mind for the discrimination of them very insufficient

It’s like a broken bone that never healed quite right. An ache that I feel on cold days when the chill of your memory dances up and down my spine, taunting me with the way it can still induce pain, even after all this time.

Literature becomes the living memory of a nation.

When you want any memory you can use the mind just as you can put on your tape recorder.

Memory is the library of the mind