Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it.

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.

Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics; they can be lost forever.

What seest thou elseIn the dark backward and abysm of time?

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.