In literature and art memory is a synonym for invention; it is the life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are empty.—Willmott.
Memory is the scribe of the soul.—Aristotle.
The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.—George Eliot.
We must always have old memories and young hopes.—Arsène Houssaye.
They teach us to remember; why do not they teach us to forget? There is not a man living who has not, some time in his life, admitted that memory was as much of a curse as a blessing.—F. A. Durivage.
Mercy.—Mercy more becomes a magistrate than the vindictive wrath which men call justice!—Longfellow.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.—Shakespeare.
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes the throned monarch better than his crown.—Shakespeare.
Give money, but never lend it. Giving it only makes a man ungrateful; lending it makes him an enemy.—Dumas.
Mercy among the virtues is like the moon among the stars,—not so sparkling and vivid as many, but dispensing a calm radiance that hallows the whole. It is the bow that rests upon the bosom of the cloud when the storm is past. It is the light that hovers above the judgment-seat.—Chapin.