Everyone complains of his memory.
But no one complains of his judgement.
(Rochefoucauld : 1963-1680)
Memory is the diary we all carry with us.
(Oscar Wilde : The Importance of Being Ernest)
Last night your faded memory filled my heart
Like spring's calm and advent in the wilderness
Like the soft desert footfalls of the breeze
Like peace somehow coming to one in sickness.
(Faiz Ahmed Faiz : translated from Urdu by Victor Gordon Kiernan)