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"Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,In pleasing memory of all he stole."
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"When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction."
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"I need to remember what they look like. I try to hold them still behind my eyes, their faces, like pictures in an album. But they won't stay still for me, they move, there's a smile and it's gone, their features curl and bend as if the paper's burning, blackness eats them. A glimpse, a pale shimmer on the air; a glow, aurora, dance of electrons, then a face again, faces. But they fade, though I stretch out my arms towards them, they slip away from me, ghosts at daybreak. Back to wherever they are. Stay with me, I want to say. But they won't."
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"I know nothing about her. Just some books, and some stories she tried to tell me, and things I didn't understand, and I remember big red soft hands and that smell. I never knew who she really was. I mean, she must have been nine too, once."
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"By remembering it too often I have blurred the memory itself."
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"Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure."
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"Create memories every day. Enjoy every moment every way."
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"There is nothing like an odor to stir memories."
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"Everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ..."
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"The marks we leave are too often scars."
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"Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns."
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"A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity."
Curiosity
"Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance."
Progress
"Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude."
Optimism
"At ev'ry word a reputation dies."
Reflection
"The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine."
Justice
"Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example."
Wisdom
"A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left."
Art
"Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God."
Freedom
"And die of nothing but a rage to live."
Purpose
"Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few."
Politics
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