We Make War That We May Live

Memory Is The Scribe Of The Soul.

Teaching Is The Highest Form Of Understanding.

Young People Are In A Condition Like Permanent Intoxication, Because Life Is Sweet And They Are Growing.

Memory Is Therefore, Neither Perception Nor Conception, But A State Or Affection Of One Of These, Conditioned By Lapse Of Time. As Already Observed, There Is No Such Thing As Memory Of The Present While Present, For The Present Is Object Only Of Perception, And The Future, Of Expectation, But The Object Of Memory Is The Past. All Memory, Therefore, Implies A Time Elapsed; Consequently Only Those Animals Which Perceive Time Remember, And The Organ Whereby They Perceive Time Is Also That Whereby They Remember.

What Soon Grows Old? Gratitude.