I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.
The only saving grace of the present is that it’s too damned stupid to question the past very closely.
The knowledge of the past times and of the places of the earth is both an ornament and nutriment to the human mind.
People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.
Learn from the past, set vivid, detailed goals for the future, and live in the only moment of time over which you have any control: now.
It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.