We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I just live and let live and live my life pretty much according to the Golden Rule. And it turns out well for me.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.
I've given my life to the principle and the ideal of memory, and remembrance.
To keep the Golden Rule we must put ourselves in other people's places, but to do that consists in and depends upon picturing ourselves in their places.
Well, I think the golden rule I can think of is the fact that you must follow your passion and do something that's close to your heart. And I think that that's very important, well, to be successful and to be happy.
There is always tension between the possibilities we aspire to and our wounded memories and past mistakes.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
The moral backbone of literature is about that whole question of memory. To my mind it seems clear that those who have no memory have the much greater chance to lead happy lives.
I cannot remember a time when the Golden Rule was not my motto and precept, the torch that guided my footsteps.