The past doesn’t want to be changed.
The past and the present are within the field of my inquiry, but what a man may do in the future is a hard question to answer.
The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
The future was clay, to be molded day by day, but the past was bedrock, immutable.
That time doth not run backward – that is its animosity: “That which was”: so is the stone which it cannot roll called.
Only by acceptance of the past will you alter its meaning.
One hurries through, even though there’s time; the past, the continent, is behind; the future is the glowing mouth in the side of the ship; the dim, turbulent alley is too confusedly the present.
Movement is life;’ and it is well to be able to forget the past, and kill the present by continual change.
Memory is a wonderful gift. With it the past is never the past.
It’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.
It’s what you do in the present that will redeem the past and thereby change the future.
It’s no good going back over the past. It’s the future one has to live for.
