Fame is the echo of actions, resounding them to the world, save that the echo repeats only the last art, but fame relates all, and often more than all.

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.

First get an absolute conquest over thyself, and then thou wilt easily govern thy wife.

Memory is the treasure house of the mind wherein the monuments thereof are kept and preserved.