While memory watches o'er the sad reviewOf joys that faded like the morning dew.

To live in hearts we leave behind, Is not to die.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The more connections that can be made in the brain, the more integrated the experience is within memory.

Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.

Memory [is] like a purse,--if it be over-full that it cannot shut, all will drop out of it. Take heed of a gluttonous curiosity to feed on many things, lest the greediness of the appetite of thy memory spoil the digestion thereof.