In this bright future you can’t forget your past.

Silence is golden when you can’t think of a good answer.

Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

Sometimes we look back and 10 years from now we think, ‚Boy, those were great old days.‘ Well, you know, we’re living in the good old days.

Make no mistake about why these babies are here – they are here to replace us.

I think that all things, in their way, reflect heavenly truth, the imagination not least.

Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow.

I desire no future that will break the ties with the past.

Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.

People will not look forward to posterity, who never look backward to their ancestors.

While I take inspiration from the past, like most Americans, I live for the future.

Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many – not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

Every time I plant a seed, He say kill it before it grow, he say kill it before they grow.

I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think.

You cannot step into the same river twice.

Waste brings woe, and sorrow hates despair.

Contemplation of life after retirement and life after death can help you deal with contemporary challenges.

I never saw any of my dad’s stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts.

A revolution is a struggle to the death between the future and the past.

Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.

There is so much that people take for granted.

If somebody thinks they’re a hedgehog, presumably you just give ‚em a mirror and a few pictures of hedgehogs and tell them to sort it out for themselves.

Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee… I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now.

My father had died, and very swiftly, too, of cancer of the esophagus. He was 79. I am 61. In whatever kind of a ‚race‘ life may be, I have very abruptly become a finalist.

When all is said and done, more is said than done.

I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.

The person who doesn’t scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?

The past, like the future, is indefinite and exists only as a spectrum of possibilities.

The Joker is my favorite villain of all time: You don’t know his past; you just know what his plans are.

One who does not know when to die, does not know how to live.

Observe constantly that all things take place by change, and accustom thyself to consider that the nature of the Universe loves nothing so much as to change the things which are, and to make new things like them.

The future influences the present just as much as the past.

I am rather inclined to silence.

Upon the farm of the uncle with whom I lived, we did know of the mortgage as some dreadful damper on youthful hopes of things that could not be bought. I do have a vivid recollection that the major purpose of a farm was to produce a living right on the spot for the family.

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

Nothing is more terrible than activity without insight.

When we tell the story of our own conversion, I would have it done with great sorrow, remembering what we used to be, and with great joy and gratitude, remembering how little we deserve these things.

The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.

We are made wise not by the recollection of our past, but by the responsibility for our future.

Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself.

Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them.

Have you ever thought how humiliating and distressing it was to be placed upon a sphere? For friendship it is a boon never to be able to be further apart than the antipodes. But suppose that you are leaving together to go on and on; it is impossible. To go beyond a certain point is to return to where you began.

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.

One advantage in keeping a diary is that you become aware with reassuring clarity of the changes which you constantly suffer.

Let me just tell you how thrilling it really is, and how, what a challenge it is, because in 1988 the question is whether we’re going forward to tomorrow or whether we’re going to go past to the – to the back!

We are not makers of history. We are made by history.

Like all great travellers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen.

When there’s so much left to do, why spend your time focusing on things you’ve already done, counting trophies or telling stories about the good old days?

Basically, when you get to my age, you’ll really measure your success in life by how many of the people you want to have love you actually do love you.

I was so rude when I was a little girl.

It takes a long time to bring the past up to the present.

To me, my house is always recreating what I lost in youth.

It was one of those evenings when men feel that truth, goodness and beauty are one. In the morning, when they commit their discovery to paper, when others read it written there, it looks wholly ridiculous.

Once you get into this great stream of history, you can’t get out.

Remember that the most valuable antiques are dear old friends.

In every parting there is an image of death.

For time is the longest distance between two places.

It is a great piece of folly to attempt to make anything out of my early life.