O Memory! thou fond deceiver.

Memory inevitably romanticizes, pressing reality to recede like pain.

This is the law of benefits between men; the one ought to forget at once what was given, and the other ought never to forget what he has received.

The memory of the just survives in Heaven.

We forget because we must And not because we will.

Not the power to remember, but its very opposite, the power to forget, is a necessary condition for our existence.

Any given program will expand to fill all available memory.

As we grow older, the memories of early life brighten, those of maturity and senescence grow dim and confused.

How strange are the tricks of memory, which, often hazy as a dream about the most important events of a man's life, religiously preserve the merest trifles.

Oblivion is the dark page, whereon Memory writes her light-beam characters, and makes them legible; were it all light, nothing could be read there, any more than if it were all darkness.