2 January 2013

A Winter Hoard

George Moore, Memoirs of My Dead Life (London: Heinemann, 1906), p. 178:
We must think not only of the day that we live, but of the days in front of us; we must store our memories as the squirrel stores nuts, we must have a winter hoard.
Ibid, pp. 184-185:
The delights of the moment are perhaps behind me, but why should I feel sad for that? Life is always beautiful, in age as well as in youth; the old have a joy that the youths do not know -- recollection. It is through memory we know ourselves; without memory it might be said we have hardly lived at all, or only like animals. 
This is a point on which I would speak seriously to every reader, especially to my young readers; for it is of the utmost importance that every one should select adventures that not only please them at the moment, but can be looked back upon with admiration, and for which one can offer up a mute thanksgiving.
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