A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

What a strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

This is the strange thing: Dancers don't age.

Yet habit - strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?

The mind of the performer is a very strange thing.

I have always felt a little homeless. It's a strange thing.