Quotations About / On: MEMORY
Everyone complains of his memory, none of his judgment.
(François, Duc De La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680), French writer, moralist. Sentences et Maximes Morales, no. 89 (1678).)
Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.
(Walter Benjamin (1892-1940), German critic, philosopher. repr. In Illuminations, ed. Hannah Arendt (1968). Unpacking My Library (1931).)
Are there memories left that are safe from the clutches of phony anniversarists?
(W.J. (William J.) Wetherby, British journalist. Quoted in Guardian (London, August 18, 1989).)
But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.
(Thomas Browne (1605-1682), British physician, author. Urn Burial, ch. 5 (1658).)
Every one complains of a poor memory, no one of a weak judgment.
(François, Duc De La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680), French writer, moralist. repr. F.A. Stokes Co., New York (c. 1930). Moral Maxims and Reflections, no. 90 (1665-1678), trans. London (1706).)
One learns little more about a man from the feats of his literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal.
(Frank Moore Colby (1865-1925), U.S. editor, essayist. "Quotation and Allusion," vol. 1, The Colby Essays (1926).)
The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.
(Milan Kundera (b. 1929), Czech author, critic. Mirek, in The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, pt. 1, ch. 2 (1978, trans. 1980).)
All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.
(Toni Morrison (b. 1931), U.S. fiction writer and essayist. As quoted in Grace Notes, Epigram, section 1, by Rita Dove (1989).)
Like ultraviolet rays memory shows to each man in the book of life a script that invisibly and prophetically glosses the text.
(Walter Benjamin (1892-1940), German critic, philosopher. repr. In One-Way Street and Other Writings (1978). "Madame ArianeSecond Courtyard on the Left," One-Way Street (1928).)
Nothing stands out so conspicuously, or remains so firmly fixed in the memory, as something which you have blundered.
(Marcus Tullius Cicero (106-43 B.C.), Roman orator, philosopher, statesman. De Oratore, I, 129.)