记忆
We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.
Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven.
The truth is not in the facts, but in the way we remember them.
Memory is not just a personal thing—it is also collective.
We do not own our memories; they own us.
Memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events.
A nation without memory is a nation without a future.
There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.