It's very expressive of myself. I just lump everything in a great heap which I have labeled ''the past,'' and, having thus emptied this deep reservoir that was once myself, I am ready to continue.

Antiquities are history defaced, or some remnants of history which have casually escaped the shipwreck of time.

It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.

The Past -- the dark unfathomed retrospect! The teeming gulf --the sleepers and the shadows! The past! the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past?

If you must cry over spilled milk then please try to condense it

Man... cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him.

Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it.

Things without remedy, should be without regard; what is done, is done.

The destruction of the past is perhaps the greatest of all crimes.

With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present: it is not a repented error shaken loose from the life: it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavors and the tinglings of a merited shame.