When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not, but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the latter. It is sad to go to pieces like this, but we all have to do it.
The defects and faults of the mind are like wounds in the body. After all imaginable care has been taken to heal them up, still there will be a scar left behind.
Some say that our lives are defined by the sum of our choices. But it isn’t really our choices that distinguish who we are, Its our commitment to them.