We must always have old memories and young hopes.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
All to myself I think of you, Think of the things we used to do, Think of the things we used to say, Think of each happy bygone day, Sometimes I sigh, and sometimes I smile, But I keep each olden, golden while All to myself.
Women and elephants never forget.
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth.