“Nothing stands still, except in our memory.”
“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”
“This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn’t ther”
“Nothing stands still. Things are either... ”
“These memories, which are my life--for we possess nothing certainly except the past--were always with me.”
“Except our own thoughts, there is nothing absolutely in our power.”