Everyone complains of his memory, and nobody complains of his judgment.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
People always complain about their memories, never about their minds.
He is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.
It is the peculiar quality of a fool to perceive the faults of others and to forget his own.
Memory depends very much on the perspicuity, regularity, and order of our thoughts. Many complain of the want of memory, when the defect is in the judgment; and others, by grasping at all, retain nothing.
Memory is the personal journalism of the soul.
There are times in life when, instead of complaining, you do something about your complaints.
Complaining is an insult to God.
Nobody responds to being made to feel judged.
An autobiography usually reveals nothing bad about its writer except his memory.
Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.