Die while I can still remember who I am, who I used to be.

For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.

Accept that there are things in this world we can never explain and life will be understandable. That is the irony of life. It is also the beauty of it.

Moments in time when the world is changing bring out the best and the worst in people.

To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation.

Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.

The palest ink will endure beyond the memories of man

A raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years.

Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain.

The mind forgets, but the heart will always remember. And what is the heart's memory but love itself?

I am always saying "Glad to've met you" to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.

It is wise to know God forgives sins, if only turn to walk in the light.

Essentially prayer and meditation are one and the same thing.

There is reinforcement in such familiar back-formations as Chinee from Chinese, Portugee from Portuguese.

The secular world looks to the church and to its chagrin, finds no love, no life, no laughter, no hope and no happiness.

A wise man in his house should find a wife gentle and courteous, or no wife at all.

Look, up at the sky. There is a light, a beauty up there, that no shadow can touch

There will be no support in the island of Ireland for building a nuclear power station.

Michael Jackson was a joker to his core. He loved a good joke especially if it's displayed on somebody else.

And seeing every man is presumed to do all things in order to his own benefit, no man is a fit Arbitrator in his own cause